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Your time isn't come yet. I once might have married you for your beauty,—now I marry you for your wealth. “Put her in the trunk. “Perhaps. I'll bet you haven't given her a bucket of paint in three years. One of the coolies held the paper lantern. There, hanging among Ann Veronica’s more normal clothing, was a skimpy dress of red canvas, trimmed with cheap and tawdry braid, and short—it could hardly reach below the knee. Sheppard, attend to what I'm about to say to you.
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