Her face was her fortune, and her fortune she knew was deteriorating from day to day
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"...she desired to rise in the world, to leave goes of gin and screws of tobacco behind her... 'Excelsior,' translated doubtless into excellent Irish, was her motto also."
ReplyDeleteBravo, Anthony. Y'know, I've been out of town for less than a week, and already I miss Strand. Coffee next time we geographically coincide, eh?
Mc'Cl.