Ogive meets the man of the midnight hour

“Yes?”
Ogive gasped and drew back her hand. She had scarcely finished rapping.

“Yes?”
Ogive gasped and drew back her hand. She had scarcely finished rapping.
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“You have nothing to be worthy of such poems, Hetty.”
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