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Enough of this unproductive self-pity If life had taught her anything it was that she could take care of herself Tossing her worn clothing into the brown paper, she tied it up and left the rooe office she booked passage on the next stage to Spring Town In her present fra her father would be easy She would tell hio with her How could she have fallen in love with Bordeaux, knowing how unfaithful men could be? Was she a complete fool?