With a swirl of her floral chintz petticoats, she placed herself in the capacious window seat, accepted the glass Gerald handed to her, and smiled mischievously up at him. Prudence shook her head. His statement was treated with derision. And then her pace slackened. I’ve always had a sneaking desire for the writing-trade. “It’s either now or never,” she said to herself.
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