It was not . . . that she was unaware of the frayed and ragged edges of life. She would merely iron them out with a firm hand and neatly hem them down.
It was not . . . that she was unaware of the frayed and ragged edges of life. She would merely iron them out with a firm hand and neatly hem them down.
Life had taught hm that the unforgivable was usually the most easily forgiven.
It was one of those perfect English autumnal days which occur more frequently in memory than in life.
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