Before a year has expired, you will share the same fate. She was breathing hard, dragging for air, half in fright and half because the sudden effort had used up what little air she had managed to draw so briefly. “I’m sorry! Mary! Are you hurt?” “No. The day was so darkly overcast that she had to turn on the small white porcelain lamp that sat upon the makeup crowded vanity. "Dear me!" she added, as she pledged the amorous woollen-draper, "what a beautiful ring that is. Seven hundred forty-two dollars and eighty-one cents, the sum total of her money in the world that she hid in a filigreed cigar box shelved behind her schoolbooks. The curtain tinkled as her head brushed it, but he neither saw nor heard. Her expression was a little changed, less innocent, more discerning. She looked at him gravely and squinted.
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