Assured, if he remained much longer where he was, he would inevitably perish, Wood recommended himself to the protection of Heaven, and began his perilous course. ’ ‘Get rid of the wench,’ Roding said brutally. I once might have married you for your beauty,—now I marry you for your wealth. His arms slipped around her waist as they were on the doorstep and he kissed her lips sweetly. And she’s pluck to the backbone.
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