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"Why should this pair of wretches steal the body?" "That is improbable, if to do so she has to betray her mother or her nurse. I don't think you'll learn much in that quarter, major." Men do business well, but when women enter the field they are geniuses at money extracting. I felt myself already clothed perfectly when that girl said my figure "commanded" a proper dress. Of course, Klein pays Madame Courtier a commission for the customers she passes on to him. The one for me must have looked to her like a big transaction..
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