Suddenly the Wastrel took hold of the edge and flung the table aside. She went into premature labor. " CHAPTER XVIII. “Gods,” she said, at last, “I’ve done it this time!” “Well!” She took up the neat morocco purse, opened it, and examined the contents. ” “Until some one takes pity on me and marries me?” He raised his eyebrows in mild appeal.
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