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Charlotte laughed, pulling him toward the carriage. "Only five thousand, George? You’re getting soft in your old age."

But as he slid the band onto Charlotte’s finger, his voice lost its theatrical edge. For a fleeting second, the satirist vanished. He looked at this "Green-Eyed Millionairess" who had nursed him back to health and challenged his every dogma, and he felt something dangerously close to the very sentiment he spent his career mocking. Getting Married by George Bernard Shaw

"You look remarkably like a prisoner waiting for the gaoler, George," Charlotte remarked, her eyes twinkling behind her spectacles. Charlotte laughed, pulling him toward the carriage