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‘For God’s sake, let go my hand,’ he begged. Under happier circumstances nothing would have given me more pleasure than to have offered you a home with your sister. Her lips parted, but no words came. Besides," she added, blushing yet more deeply, "it isn't a proper one to talk upon. She sat there, a mark for boulevarders, the unconscious object of numberless wondering glances. Mrs. “Agreed,” he said, “certainly,” and drew a checkbook toward him.
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