There are way-stations—even terminals. I hope we may never find her again. Sheppard. Seven hundred forty-two dollars and eighty-one cents, the sum total of her money in the world that she hid in a filigreed cigar box shelved behind her schoolbooks. She charged boldly into the space of Miss Miniver’s rhetorical pause.
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