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"Miss Judith Kent Kendall has just had her first story accepted and printed in The Girl's Companion." "You make one slight mistake, sir," said Jen, coldly. "I accuse you of two crimes, not of three." A man that can't be happy with a woman who is willing to "fulfil his destiny" doesn't deserve to be..
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