Here was a poor half-naked creature, with a straw crown on his head, and a wooden sceptre in his hand, seated on the ground with all the dignity of a monarch on his throne. He gave her one of the sweaty red cans. Moving back to the corner again, she ran a hand back over the leather-bound books—which, she realised, were not books at all. Annabel thought, and thought again. "You'll not forget the thousand, Sir Rowland—short accounts, you know. ‘But with more courage in her little finger than in many another female’s entire body. I once might have married you for your beauty,—now I marry you for your wealth.
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