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"To our delight," she replied, straightening her dress with her fumbling fingers, "there is no love in this marriage, but there is a lot of pride and hatred, my dear. To our delight, because of their pride, there is discord and conflict between them, and they are full of danger-danger, Alice! "What danger?" I have seen what I have seen! I already know what I know! Mother chuckled. Let someone watch them! Let someone watch them! My daughter might even make a good friend! At that moment, the old woman saw that her daughter, looking at her seriously and puzzled, had inadvertently grasped the money, and was anxious to get it quickly, so she hurriedly said, "But I have to go out to buy something, I have to go out to buy something." When she stood in front of her daughter with her palm out, she looked at the money again and kissed it on her lips before parting with it. What is it, Ally! Do you kiss them? The old woman chuckled. That's just like me! I do it all the time. 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