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['Nobody loves millionaires any more. ' -- Mr. ZIMMERMAN.]
Time was when Society wooed me, / The populace fawned at my feet; / Men petted and praised and pursued me, / My social success was complete. / The pick of the Peerage, with smiles on their faces, / Would sell me their family portraits and places.