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damna is CHAPTER XVII They kissed good night, and Joan went up to her own room. She found it just as she had left it. A bunch of roses stood upon the dressing-table. Her father would never let anyone cut his roses but himself..

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🏆 “Not much to look at, if that’s what you mean,” answered Madge. “Began life as a miner, I believe. Looks like ending as Prime Minister.” He was looking at her with those shy, worshipping eyes of his that always made her marvel at her own wonderfulness.!

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