The rest she meant to keep for her immediate necessities. “Ruin me? Think of me with fondness? Are you dying of cancer or something?” He demanded. When mistress took and died—’ Joan broke off and sighed, moving away to the window. She could neither speak nor move nor cry out. "Did you write it?" "No. 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.
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