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Updated: June 23, 2025
Her mother had retired from the stage; she was doing needlework for the department stores and the Woman's Exchange. "Every morning she teaches me grammar," said Aleta. "Mother's never wanted me to talk slang like the other girls. She says if you're careless with your English you get careless of your principles. Mother's got a lot of quaint ideas like that." Again came her rippling laugh.
Was she right about the man's committing suicide. Poor devil! He had stolen for a woman. Others had filched his plunder. Then God had taken his misguided life. But had He? Was God a murderer? A passive conniver at theft? No, that were blasphemy! Yet, if He permitted such things ? No, that couldn't be, either. It was all an abominable enigma, as Aleta said.
All about folk stirred, held forth expectant hands to feel the drops. But they were fine white flakes ashes from the distant conflagration. Aleta still lay moveless, wrapped in her blanket some ten feet away. They had been up most of the night, watching the flames, had seen them creep across Market street, up Powell, Mason, Taylor, Jones streets to Nob Hill.
"It's a rotten world," the other girl spoke with a sudden gust of bitterness. "A world without honor or justice." "Or a nightmare," said Frank, with a glance at Aleta. "Well, if it is, I'm going to wake up soon in one way or another," said Norah. "I will promise you that." To Frank the words seemed ominous. He left soon afterward. The Calhoun trial dragged interminably.
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