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“Wild horses—not if they have all the mounted police in London—shan’t keep me out. Wood was heard without, angrily demanding admittance. It would be an ice storm by midnight if it did not let up. It will take a month to clean up. I had to sell out, you see, when my father died, for the estate is in my hands. She hoped the lights would become hot enough to melt her into the floor. Probably the latter, for the thronging ballroom was insufferably hot.
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