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“I don't think it is one which needs answering,” said the young man lightly; “there are more important things to talk about than pounds, shillings, and sordid pence.” “Love, on a day such as this is. Look at the sky, blue as your eyes; at the sunshine, golden as your hair.” “Lucy, you are a—woman. That money did not buy your love, but the consent of your step-father to our marriage. Had I not humored his whim, he would have insisted upon your marrying Random.” “Well, I don't know. Random is a soldier and a baronet; handsome and agreeable, with a certain amount of talent.
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