“Mean as an old mule, too. ’ It was the Press who forced the identity upon me. And I’ve read, and thought, and guessed, and looked—until MY innocence—it’s smirched. At the open door stood a young man in a rich garb with a mask on his face, who was encouraging the mob by words and gestures. She made noises between weeping and laughter as she went.
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