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AIN’T ANGIE AWFUL!
It was in the cool cloisters of the County Jail, therefore, that Angela Bish realized how little she knew—especially of men. Again her heavy heart had caused her to turn turtle dove. But although her life and her cheeks had grown colorless, she did not repaint. The love light had faded from her eyes; hut then, she could wear tortoise shell spectacles.
No, her love affair had proved quite otherwise, but everyone had a flivver, nowadays; and, after all, what was life without a few regrets? She didn’t know. She didn’t even know what life was with them. The things Angie didn’t know were increasing every day.
