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I once might have married you for your beauty,—now I marry you for your wealth. "Do not despair, my sweet soul," said Wood, in a soothing tone. The thought of their faces, and particularly of her aunt’s, as it would meet the fact— disconcerted, unfriendly, condemning, pained—occurred to her again and again. End of Project Gutenberg's Anna the Adventuress, by E. The end of the world seemed at hand. It was a motor accident—a fatal motor accident the evening papers called it. ’ ‘Precisely. “I know. In passing, why do we fear death? For our sins? Rather, isn't it the tremendous inherent human curiosity to know what is going to happen to-morrow that causes us to wince at the thought of annihilation? A subconscious resentment against the idea of entering darkness while our neighbour will proceed with his petty affairs as usual? "It's nip and tuck," said the doctor; "but we'll pull him through. Never was heard such a bawling as these unfortunate wights kept up. The actual danger was lost sight of in these wild apprehensions; and many timorous beings were scared beyond reason's verge by the excess of their fears. ” Miss Ellicot swept aside her skirts from the vacant chair and welcomed the newcomer with one of her most engaging smiles. I can’t help it.
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