A Shilling Candle _ Josephine Tiei _ txt Novel Paradise
By this time she was on her feet, her hands thrust deep into the pockets of her worn jacket, and she bulged two balls on her clothes. The two cuffs of her fedora were worn out and covered with threads cut by thorns. The skirt was too short, and a stocking was twisted and curled up on the leg. Only her shoes — as scarred as her hands, but thick enough to fit, and of the highest quality...
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