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She had money of her own—much more than I have—and there was no need to squabble about that. “Oh. THAMES DARRELL. Advancing towards him, he made him a formal salutation, which was coldly returned. The odour of kerosene permeated the bungalow; but Ruth mitigated the nuisance to some extent by burning native punk in brass jars. "Hoity-toity! You owe me sixteen thousand dollars. What our dear mother would say back home I dread to think.
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