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[Janell Froiland]

E would not be obliged--crowning disgrace--to carry a bag. All she
would need would be her little
case for tickets, and her change purse, and her evening cloak had
pockets. The evening cloak lay beside the yellow chiffon gown,
carefully disposed
on the bed, which had a lace counterpane over yellow satin. The cloak
was
of a creamy cloth lined
with mink, a sumptuous affair, and she had a tiny mink toque with one
yellow rose as head covering. She glanced approvingly at the rich
attire spread upon the bed, and then
thought again of the dreadful ferry, and her undignified hop across
the dirty station to the boat. She longed for the days of sedan
chairs,
for anything rather than this. She was an exquisite lady caught in
the toils of modern cheap progress toward all her pleasures and
profits. She did not belong in a democratic
country at all unless she had millions. She was out of place,
as much out of place as a splendid
Angora in an alley. Fairbridge to her instincts was as an alley; yet
since it was her alley, she ha
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