“Take my advice,” he said hoarsely. ‘Her purpose, if you will believe me, is to get herself a dowry so that she may marry an Englishman. “I am not dependent upon any one. ’ ‘You surprise me. I hate myself!” She collapsed to the floor, sobbing. Do you know, Annabel, that you are my wife. Wood, in deploring his wild career, adverted to the melancholy condition to which it had reduced his mother. You will find the certificate in my pocket.
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