The millionaire, in spite of his reputation for miserliness, had even volunteered his disinterested support if at any time it should become necessary to enlarge the plant.

And it was this good man's happiness that his son, a frivolous and useless dancer, was going to steal!.

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At first Laurier spoke of a duel.

His wrath was that of a work horse who breaks the tight reins of his laboring outfit, tosses his mane, neighs wildly and bites.