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Updated: June 1, 2025

Agnes Kain stood in the open doorway, one hand on the brown wood, the other pressed to her cheek. "You heard it that time, Nelson?" "No, ma'am." The old man in the entrance-hall behind her shook his head. In the thin, blown light of the candelabra which he held high, the worry and doubt of her deepened on his singularly-unlined face. "And you might well catch your death in that draft, ma'am."

Various - O. Henry Memorial Award Prize Stories of 1919