She put down the sketch-books and apparatus she had brought with her, pulled out her stool, and sat down. ’ Gerald was staring at her, an arrested expression on his face. I once might have married you for your beauty,—now I marry you for your wealth. "Will he post the cole? Will he come down with the dues? Ask him that?" cried Blueskin. Blackness was beginning to consume the cornfield. “Of course it is, Anna.
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