#and even her rare helpless heroines usually have something interesting going on in the background that saves the story
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e-louise-bates · 7 months ago
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"... And once I stole something." "What did you steal?" Susan did not look very guilty. "It was a puppy belonging to the woman next door--when I lived with Camilla. The people used to go away for days and leave it without anything to eat. And at last I couldn't bear it, so I burgled their back yard at midnight. I was about twelve. And first Camilla scolded me like mad, and then she became an enthusiastic accessory after the fact, and we went out hand in hand with the puppy in a basket, and walked about four miles in the middle of the night, and knocked up some friends of hers who were all fast asleep and made them accessories too. They were just moving into the country, so they were frightfully pleased, because they were meaning to get a dog, but they couldn't really afford to buy one." "After that," said Anthony, "of course the whole thing's off. My heart is broken--" he clutched it-- "but I can never, never, never marry a puppy-snatcher."
Patricia Wentworth, The Coldstone
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