What had Brewis Charvill to say to that, Gerald?’ ‘He had nothing to say to it. I’ve always had a sneaking desire for the writing-trade. “MY DEAR FATHER,” she wrote,—“I have been thinking hard about everything since I was sent to this prison. 272 < 34 > EPILOGUE She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming silver in their starkness.
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