Oletha put her arms around his neck to pull his face closer to hers,
“Can we not – forget all about my – money?” she pleaded. “I have always hated being – richer than – anybody else and I know that Mama – felt the same.”
“I think if we use it to help other people and to make Gore a part of the glory of England, then it will not trouble us personally,” the Duke suggested.
“You are – sure of that?” Oletha enquired, her eyes searching his face.
He was looking down at her with an expression of love in his eyes that was somehow different from the way he had ever looked at her before and, because she understood what he was thinking, she said,
“It will not be my money – nor yours – but ours, because I am no longer me – but a part of you and you are part of me. Say that is true!”
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