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... nvelop her, as if she’d been plunged into an icy cavern.
Her voice trembled as she asked,
"You’re going to marry me off to that... that Mr. Bower?"
"That’s right," said Judith Caldwell.
"You’re just used goods. You should be thanking your lucky stars that a man like Mr. Bower is willing to marry you."
Claire Mercer let out a laugh of pure fury.
Never mind that Mr. Bower was in his fifties.
He was short, fat, and greasy.
When he laug ...
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