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Oppenheim, E. Phillips (Edward Phillips), 1866-1946

"A Millionaire of Yesterday"

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"It is a great sight," he said thoughtfully, looking around him.
"Are you here just for the pleasure of it, or are you going to write
about it?"
She laughed.
"I'm going to write about some of the dresses," she said. "I'm
afraid no one would read my racing notes."
"I hope you'll mention your own," he said coolly. "It's' quite the
prettiest here."
She scarcely knew whether to be amused or offended.
"You are a very downright person, Mr. Trent," she said.
"You don't expect me to have acquired manners yet, do you?" he
answered drily.
"You have acquired a great many things," she said, "with surprising
facility. Why not manners?"
He shrugged his shoulders.
"No doubt they will come, but I shall want a lot of polishing. I
wonder - "
"Well?"
"Whether any one will ever think it worth while to undertake the
task."
She raised her eyes and looked him full in the face. She had made
up her mind exactly what to express - and she failed altogether to
do it. There was a fire and a strength in the clear, grey eyes
fixed so earnestly upon hers which disconcerted her altogether.
She was desperately angry with herself and desperately uneasy.
"You have the power," she said with slight coldness, "to buy most
things. By the by, I was thinking only just now, how sad it was
that your partner did not live.


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