‘The major thinks she’s worth it,’ put in Prudence quietly. She reloaded. "Hoity-toity! You owe me sixteen thousand dollars. Twice she smiled, but not unkindly. The poor wretch, driven by desperation to the commission of a crime which her soul abhors, is no more beyond the hope of reformation than she is without the pale of mercy. I am not going to be a chorus girl, or even a super.
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