The wastrel, the ne'er-do-well, who went mostly nobly to a fine end. Already Cosette was her chosen friend. ‘Well, water under the bridge is that, miss. He might go on as the devoted lover until he tired. “Agreed,” he said, “certainly,” and drew a checkbook toward him. She sat on the edge of the bed overwhelmed, the roses cradled in her arms.
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