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🔥 Download Gold Magnate She was in a fever of ingenuity and painfully conscious, on behalf of her success, that her fever was visible. She could herself see the reflection of it glitter in Mrs. Gereth's sombre eyes. She stopped again before the bench, and an inspiration came to her. "I should think you would know," she said with proper dignity.!🔥