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"
Oh
,
I
wouldn
’
t
ask
you
to
give
it
up
!
I
wouldn
’
t
expect
you
to
change
your
nature
.
This
is
your
true
level
—
under
all
that
self
-
made
grandeur
of
a
knight
of
industry
who
rose
by
sheer
genius
from
the
ore
mine
gutters
to
finger
bowls
and
white
tie
!
It
fits
you
well
,
that
white
tie
,
to
come
home
in
at
eleven
o
’
clock
in
the
morning
!
You
never
rose
out
of
the
ore
mines
,
that
’
s
where
you
belong
—
all
of
you
self
-
made
princes
of
the
cash
register
—
in
the
corner
saloon
on
Saturday
night
,
with
the
traveling
salesmen
and
the
dance
-
hall
girls
!
"
"
Do
you
wish
to
divorce
me
?
"
"
Oh
,
wouldn
’
t
you
like
that
!
Wouldn
’
t
that
be
a
smart
trade
to
pull
!
Don
’
t
you
suppose
I
know
that
you
’
ve
wanted
to
divorce
me
since
the
first
month
of
our
marriage
?
"
"
If
that
is
what
you
thought
,
why
did
you
stay
with
me
?
"
She
answered
severely
,
"
It
’
s
a
question
you
have
lost
the
right
to
ask
.
"
"
That
’
s
true
,
"
he
said
,
thinking
that
only
one
conceivable
reason
,
her
love
for
him
,
could
justify
her
answer
.
"
No
,
I
’
m
not
going
to
divorce
you
.
Do
you
suppose
that
I
will
allow
your
romance
with
a
floozie
to
deprive
me
of
my
home
,
my
name
,
my
social
position
?
I
shall
preserve
such
pieces
of
my
life
as
I
can
,
whatever
does
not
rest
on
so
shoddy
a
foundation
as
your
fidelity
.
Make
no
mistake
about
it
:
I
shall
never
give
you
a
divorce
.
Whether
you
like
it
or
not
,
you
’
re
married
and
you
’
ll
stay
married
.
"
"
I
will
,
if
that
is
what
you
wish
.
