The other kicked over the traces a bit, made rather a hit with her singing at some of those French places, and went the pace in a mild, ladylike sort of way. He had promised her some books, for she had voiced her hunger for stories. ‘We?’ Gerald smiled. I once might have married you for your beauty,—now I marry you for your wealth.
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