She felt that for a time at any rate her depressing struggle against continual failure was at an end. There was a Greyhound bus that she was overdue to ride. If they do, now and then, run away with a knocker, paint a sign, beat the watch, or huff a magistrate, they pay for their pastime, and that's sufficient. “I will MAKE you love me! Until he has faded—faded into a memory. She took it up in her many-ringed hands and read it judicially. Wood's ornaments and wearing apparel, they prepared to depart. There’s nothing a girl can do that isn’t sweated to the bone.
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