Then she realized that it was her business to let Manning talk and impose his own interpretations upon the situation so far as he was concerned. ” Michelle sat in a yogi’s posture on the cold plywood, her eyes closed as if meditating. He eyed the young couple with the tragic history behind them, and could only suppose that familiarity had dulled their senses. She produced a handkerchief, and with one sweep of this and a simultaneous gulp had abolished her fit of weeping. I once might have married you for your beauty,—now I marry you for your wealth.
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