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He was—a millionaire. ’ ‘Merci,’ she sighed and, surrendering at last to his oft-proffered aid, allowed her head to droop onto his chest. And he hazarded a wink at the poet over the paper on which he was sketching. They ought to put a lamp. . "Remember the devil!" retorted Terence, who had recovered his natural audacity.
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