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He put it on the market under anothername as a depilatory, and amassed a substantial fortune.
He told her that she was a tyrant, and that hewould never set foot in her house again.
The broadsweep of the Connecticut was calm as a mill pond at their feet, theserried lights of the South End bridge prinkling in the water as theafterglow died upon the distant Berkshires.
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Now let’s get down to business!”“You’re a philosopher!” gasped Ted Thorne weakly.