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Winny, my love, come with me. He was not Meysey Hill, but an Englishman of business, and he had only a small income. Through her door curtain she could see the light from the study lamp. When the bell rang, she lagged behind as was her habit. “I’ll go,” she vowed to the night, “or I’ll die!” She made plans and estimated means and resources. The fair boy in the audience who had waved was yet another suitor. There must be ways of getting rid of him.
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