“At a boarding-house?” he gasped. Prudence was the substance and Angelina the shadow; for Angelina never offered opinions, she only agreed with those advanced by Prudence. The Ragged Edge. “I wonder,” she said, “why one writes him sentences like that? It’ll have to go,” she decided, “I’ve written too many already. I see. “Mike, what’s going on?” She sat up, groggily rubbing her eyes.
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