"Arrest!" vociferated Wood. Her white shirt was mired with a central bloodstain, his pants caked with mud. I once might have married you for your beauty,—now I marry you for your wealth. His letter of credit; probably that was it; and, observing the strangeness of the room he was in, his first concern on returning to consciousness would naturally relate to his letter of credit.
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