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注册"I have a million in my own right. I could give you everyluxury. There isnt anything you could ask for that you couldnthave. I say this, not because I want to speak of my money, butbecause I love you and wish to gratify your every desire. It islove that prompts me to write. Will you not give me one half-hour in which to plead my cause?"皇家88登录注册登录

注册Such of these letters as came while Carrie was still in theSeventeenth Street place were read with more interest--thoughnever delight--than those which arrived after she was installedin her luxurious quarters at the Wellington. Even there hervanity--or that self-appreciation which, in its more rabid form,is called vanity--was not sufficiently cloyed to make thesethings wearisome. Adulation, being new in any form, pleased her.Only she was sufficiently wise to distinguish between her oldcondition and her new one. She had not had fame or money before.Now they had come. She had not had adulation and affectionatepropositions before. Now they had come. Wherefore? She smiledto think that men should suddenly find her so much moreattractive. In the least way it incited her to coolness andindifference.登录皇家88登录注册注册"Do look here," she remarked to Lola. "See what this man says:If you will only deign to grant me one half-hour," sherepeated, with an imitation of languor. "The idea. Arent mensilly?"登录注册"He must have lots of money, the way he talks," observed Lola."Thats what they all say," said Carrie, innocently.

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