1926. The book begins: I have nothing, she thought, but myself. No parents that count; no longer a fiance; no home. I'm not even young any more, actually twenty-four. Ladies in novels are never out of their teens. Well, at least I've myself. She straightened her long, slim body, straightened her bonnet, and looked about the railroad coach and the miserable cold companions of her journey. See other titles by this author available from Kessinger Publishing.
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