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That night, Marion Kent was fifty miles off, in the great, mixed-up, manufacturing town of Loweburg.
She had three platform dresses now,-the earnings of some half-dozen "evenings." The sea-green silk would not do forever, in place after place; they would call her the mermaid. She must have a quiet, elegant black one, and one the color of her hai