There lay upon this stand a book bound in limp black leather—the Holy Bible. ” He held his breath as she reached over the stick shift and touched his face. The by now familiar dramatic sigh came. ” “I was late. He himself, middle-aged, steeped in traditions of the City and moneymaking, very ill-skilled in all the lighter graces of life, as he himself well knew, could yet come to her invested with something of the halo of romance by the almost magical powers of an unlimited banking account. She could not part with dignity.
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