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"
'
Set
her
up
in
business
'
is
the
correct
term
,
I
believe
.
Belle
's
a
smart
woman
.
I
wanted
to
see
her
get
ahead
and
all
she
needed
was
money
to
start
a
house
of
her
own
.
You
ought
to
know
what
miracles
a
woman
can
perform
when
she
has
a
bit
of
cash
.
Look
at
yourself
.
"
"
You
compare
me
--
"
"
Well
,
you
are
both
hard-headed
business
women
and
both
successful
.
Belle
's
got
the
edge
on
you
,
of
course
,
because
she
's
a
kind-hearted
,
good-natured
soul
--
"
"
Will
you
get
out
of
this
room
?
"
He
lounged
toward
the
door
,
one
eyebrow
raised
quizzically
.
How
could
he
insult
her
so
,
she
thought
in
rage
and
pain
.
He
was
going
out
of
his
way
to
hurt
and
humiliate
her
and
she
writhed
as
she
thought
how
she
had
longed
for
his
homecoming
,
while
all
the
time
he
was
drunk
and
brawling
with
police
in
a
bawdy
house
.
"
Get
out
of
this
room
and
do
n't
ever
come
back
in
it
.
I
told
you
that
once
before
and
you
were
n't
enough
of
a
gentleman
to
understand
.
Hereafter
I
will
lock
my
door
.
"
"
Do
n't
bother
.
"
"
I
will
lock
it
.
After
the
way
you
acted
the
other
night
--
so
drunk
,
so
disgusting
--
"
"
Come
now
,
darling
!
Not
disgusting
,
surely
!
"
