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The Aristocracy of pull
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"Idon’tthinkI’mafraid,"shesaid,lookingintentlystraightbeforeher,theradianceofhersmilemeltingtheearnestnessofherglance."Ihavenorighttobeafraidofanything.I’mtoohappy.Yousee,Ialwaysthoughtthattherewasn’tanysenseinpeoplesayingthatallyoucandoinlifeissuffer.Iwasn’tgoingtoknuckledowntothatandgiveup.
Ithoughtthatthingscouldhappenwhichwerebeautifulandverygreat.
Ididn’texpectittohappentome—notsomuchandsosoon.ButI’lltrytoliveuptoit."
"Moneyistherootofallevil,"saidJamesTaggart."Moneycan’tbuyhappiness.Lovewillconqueranybarrierandanysocialdistance.Thatmaybeabromide,boys,butthat’showIfeel."
HestoodunderthelightsoftheballroomoftheWayne-FalklandHotel,inacircleofreporterswhohadclosedabouthimthemomenttheweddingceremonyended.Heheardthecrowdofguestsbeatinglikeatidebeyondthecircle.Cherrylstoodbesidehim,herwhiteglovedhandontheblackofhissleeve.Shewasstilltryingtohearthewordsoftheceremony,notquitebelievingthatshehadheardthem.
"Howdoyoufeel,Mrs.Taggart?"
Sheheardthequestionfromsomewhereinthecircleofreporters.Itwaslikethejoltofreturningtoconsciousness:twowordssuddenlymadeeverythingrealtoher.Shesmiledandwhispered,choking,"I...
I’mveryhappy...
