Perhaps the day of her recompense was at hand. The Ragged Edge. The life of a girl presented itself to her as something happy and heedless and unthinking, yet really guided and controlled by others, and going on amidst unsuspected screens and concealments. “Goodnight. She sat on the edge of the bed —the wardress was too busy with the flood of arrivals that day to discover that she had it down—and her skin was shivering from the contact of these garments. Doctors constantly admonished and offered weak consolation that most would have been hurt much worse from the type of fall he took. She attended to that, and then dismissed it as unimportant. One can learn and understand only by personal experience, by actual contact with the realities of life.
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