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Marilyn had not been in New York but a week before she met Opal. She was waiting to cross Fifth Avenue, and someone leaned out of a big limousine that paused for the congestion in traffic and cried:
"Why, if that isn't Miss Severn from Sabbath Valley. Get in please, I want to see you."
And Lynn, much against her will, was persuaded to get in,