But I liked to say it. “Get out of the car. Not so bad. I want to put myself into your hands. I hate to see you spoil yourself with guys like me. ” “How?” “It prevents our marrying. I once might have married you for your beauty,—now I marry you for your wealth. Tell me I haven’t heard. We are alone, Sir Rowland," he added, snuffing the candles, glancing cautiously around, and lowering his tone, "and what you confide to me shall never transpire,—at least to your disadvantage. I must stay a minute longer, if only to see you smile.
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