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They were childless and servantless, and they had reduced simple living to the finest of fine arts. —Give me the letters, my love," she added aloud, and in her most winning accents; "they're some wicked forgeries. ’ Chapter Five ‘Now then, young Jack,’ Gerald said, turning to the lad, who was sitting in the place lately vacated by his self-appointed mistress, but in a state of far less relaxation.
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