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The slight smile that played upon Winifred's lips seemed to say that she was not quite so sure. Her target was a fifty-four year old man who lived with his mother, an obese neighborhood woman, a widow named Dawn Plote. The one profession, the one decent profession, I mean, for a woman—except the stage— is teaching, and there we trample on one another. Well, he was executed for murder. He would condemn her to the vengeance of the mob all for refusing to marry him. A thin mist lay on the river, giving the few craft moving about in it a ghostly look. But to plunge blindly into the unknown!" "I had to! I had to!" She had told him only the first part of her story. She twisted her fingers tightly.
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