She crept out of the shadows. PRIVATE FIRST CLASS “Oh my gosh, I’m sorry. “The young women of Jane Austen’s time didn’t get into this sort of scrape! At least—one thinks so. Observe it—a blue-serge coat. We must wave our hands at the blue hills far away there and go back to London and work. Will you find your destiny, I wonder, or will you go through life like so many others—a wanderer, knocking ever at empty doors, homeless to the last? Oh, if one could but find the way to your heart.
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