She killed a man who was squatting outside of a freezing brick shanty on the southern edge of Chicago as he waited for his dealer. He wondered if the young fool had any idea of what he had drawn in this tragic lottery called marriage. His own heart was too full of melancholy foreboding. From the first I could see that neither believed my story. It is so that I may marry an Englishman. She rose at once with a little exclamation, half of surprise, half of pleasure. For freedom at least.
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