That Man is Mine by Faith Baldwin

Excerpt from chapter 1.......... On the Fourteenth day of February, little Miss Loring was walking rapidly through a side street in the East Fifties in the City of New York. The wind was sharp but the snow has ceased and lay feather-light and not too trodden or grimly as yet, beneath her small, galoshed feet. Mo writing, rips, or tears inside or out. Good Condition.

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