“Who wouldn’t be for you?” The train began to move. “You are not going out—this evening, I trust,” that lady asked, a trifle dismayed. I even offered him back the half interest he had sold to me. She must be beautiful, but beauty is only the beginning. . CHAPTER I. “You ARE a female thing at bottom,” he admitted.
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