” “Why not?” “Free woman—and equal. He was—a millionaire. She looked at her for a moment fixedly. He never cries nor frets, as children generally do, but lies at my bosom, or on my knee, as quiet and as gentle as you see him now. “I expected you this morning,” he said. She sat on the edge of the bed —the wardress was too busy with the flood of arrivals that day to discover that she had it down—and her skin was shivering from the contact of these garments. “The thing I feel most disposed to say, Miss Stanley,” he began at last, “is that this is very sudden.
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