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'' She pretended to reflect. ``Let me
see--there's seven thousand left, but of course half
of that is Millie's.''
``It must be very well invested,'' said he. ``Those
seven thousand shares must be of the very best.''
``Shares?'' said she, with a gentle little laugh. ``I
mean dollars.''
Presbury was about to lift a cup of cafe au lait to
his lips. Instead, he turned it over into the platter of
eggs and bacon.
``We--Mildred and I,'' pursued his bride, ``were
left with only forty-odd thousand between us. Of
course, we had to live. So, naturally, there's very
little left.''
Presbury was shaking so violently that his head and
arms waggled like a jumping-jack's. He wrapped his
elegant white fingers about the arms of his chair to
steady himself. In a suffocated voice he said: ``Do
you mean to say that you have only seven thousand
dollars in the world?''
``Only half that,'' corrected she. ``Oh, dear, how
my head aches! Less than half that, for there are some
debts.''
She was impatient for the explosion; the agony of
her feet and head needed outlet and relief.


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