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Chapter 23: The Front Page
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Mrs. Abara went out before six and came back before seven with three newspapers under her arm and a face like a locked door.
"Sit," she said. "Eat first, and then read."
"I'll read first."
"You will not." She put a boiled egg and a slice of buttered toast in front of me with an air of grim authority. "A frightened stomach reads badly."
I ate the egg. I ate the toast. I drank half a cup of tea, and the whole time the newspapers lay folded on the dresser,
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The Contract Bride of the Billionaire Heir Chapter 23: The Front Page
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