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I had no right to marry you. A snarl contorted his features, and he marched up to it, laying his pistol down on the marquetry table so that his hands were free to grab the picture off the wall. “It is too late for visitors,” she remarked. “Why don’t you wear your white blouse more often? It is the prettiest shirt you own. All the rest is humbug and delicacy. For what could be more ironical than for Howard Spurlock to see himself grow famous under the name of Taber? The ambrosia of which he had so happily dreamt!—and this gall and wormwood! He stood up and rapped his pipe on the rail.
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