The fragrance of dryer sheets lay upon her like the snow that now drifted peacefully outside. “One has to be so careful of one’s friends and acquaintances,” he remarked, by way of transition. ‘He prayeth best who loveth best—all things both great and small. Her father had determined on a new line. Well, I don't think they'll any of 'em nab him, that's one comfort. He’s been near it once or twice already. “Queer letters he writes,” she said. “You are late,” she murmured.
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