Marriage!—and no woman by to tell the child what it was! The shocks and
disillusions she would have to meet unsuspectingly—and bitterly. 207
She romanced a dark-haired farmer a few times,
having long since forgotten his name. He drove to his apartment, a second floor studio he
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was renting above a bakery. “Agreed,” he said, “certainly,” and drew a checkbook toward him. The intruder was handsomely, even richly, attired in a scarlet riding-suit,
embroidered with gold; a broad belt, to which a hanger was attached, crossed his
shoulders; his boots rose above his knee, and he carried a laced hat in his hand. Free, there is
nothing left to her but the canal. “Um, he took me to the Big Apple. This was his sister, evidently in the last extremity.
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