The sky periodically pummeled her with hail pellets as she would pass through the deserted intersections. "And you have seen … drunken men?" Prudence's tones were full of suppressed horror. A young man with shiny frock coat and very high collar, advanced towards her languidly. Over here men drink because they are lonely; and when they drink too hard and too long, they wind up on the beach. She can't last long. The nuns wore their habit, and said all their offices, and went about their tasks unobtrusively, relieving the poor and needy and tending the sick. What she admired in her man was his resolute defense of his opinions.
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