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flushed and paled, and when she ceased speaking he arose, and with a cynical smile upon his strong face, said:
"You surprise me, Jane. I thought you had more self control—more pride.
"Of course you are right. I am buying you, and I knew that you knew it, but I thought you would prefer to pretend that it was otherwise. I should have thought your self-respect and your Porter pride would have shrunk from admitting, even to yourself, that you were a bought woman.
"But have it your own way, dear girl," he added lightly. "I am going to have you, and that is all that interests me."
Without a word the girl turned and left the room.
Jane Porter was not married before she left with her father and Esmeralda for her little Wisconsin farm, and as she coldly bid Robert Canler good by as her train pulled out, he called to her that he would join them in a week or two.
At their destination they were met by Clayton and Mr. Philander in a huge touring car belonging to the former, and quickly whirled away through the dense northern woods toward the little farm which the girl had not visited before since childhood.
The farm house, which stood on a little elevation some hundred yards from the tenant house, had undergone a complete transformation, during
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