"I was sort of brought up on the place, you see," he said gravely. "But don't let's worry about that. All that matters is that I've won my bet. And, you remember, don't you, what the wager was for?" "No, I don't," she said, looking away. "Anything I liked," he answered softly. And suddenly she found both her hands in his. "Molly, you know what I want." "But, my dear," she cried, "it's madness. I haven't got a penny. What should we live on?" "Don't be basely utilitarian," he laughed. "I love you. That's all that mat…
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