The Ragged Edge by Harold MacGrath
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"The men."
"They know." "They know what?" "When and when not to speak. You have only to look resolute and proceed upon your way." Ah Cum lent an ear covertly. "How old are you?" demanded Miss Prudence. The spinsters offered a good example of how singular each human being is, despite the fact that in sisters the basic corpuscle is the same. Prudence was the substance and Angelina the shadow; for Angelina never offered opinions, she only agreed with those advanced by Prudence. "I am twenty," said the girl. Prudence shook her head. "You must have travelled a good deal to know so much about men." The girl smiled and began to munch a sandwich. Secretly she was gratified to be assigned to the rĂ´le of an old traveller. Still, it was true about men. Seldom they molested a woman who appeared to know where she was going and who kept her glance resolutely to the fore. |
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