"I may commit many follies in life, Disraeli said, but I never intend to marry for love. And he didn't. He stayed single untel he was thirty-five, and then he proposed to a rich widow, a widow fifteen years his senior; a widow whose hair was white with the passing of fifty winters. Love? Oh, no. She knew he didn't love her. She knew he was marrying her for her money! So she made just one request: she give her the opportunity to study his character. And at the end of that time, she married him."
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