” She muttered some unlady-like comment upon herself under her breath and engaged in secret additions. Cool and sunny, it seemed that God himself smiled upon that day, the sunbeams streaming through the magnificent arches dustily as the priest murmured in soporific Latin. They crossed the street, and entering the front door passed up the outside stone steps of the flat. I believe I am doomed to be an old maid. Wanton! Had I been one, even God would have forgiven me, understanding. Great sport, eh? To haul them back from the ragged edge.
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