No, don’t interrupt me. "Your wife?" "His lawful wife," said Ruth, with fine dignity. Five minutes ago, his butler had entered the green saloon, an austere apartment, with dark forest-green wallpaper flocked with a swirling design, and heavy mahogany furniture. She could have traded it for gold nuggets and lived like a queen for a few weeks, but she did not.
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