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T he most casual onlooker could gauge the fluctuations of the Ravenal fortunes by any one of three signs. There was Magnolia Ravenal’s sealskin sacque; there was Magnolia Ravenal’s diamond ring; ther
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T he most casual onlooker could gauge the fluctuations of the Ravenal fortunes by any one of three signs. There was Magnolia Ravenal’s sealskin sacque; there was Magnolia Ravenal’s diamond ring; ther
K im Ravenal’s tenth letter to her mother was the decisive one. It arrived late in May, when the Cotton Blossom Floati…
“I was educated,” began Kim Ravenal, studying her reflection in the mirror, and deftly placing a dab of rouge on eith…
T he knell had sounded for the red brick house with the lions guarding its portals. The Chicago soot hung like a pall …
“A nd this,” said Sister Cecilia, “is the chapel.” She took still another key from the great bunch on her key chain an…
T he problem of Kim’s education, of Kim’s future, was more and more insistently borne in upon her. She wanted money—mo…
T he Ravenal reverses, if they were noticed at all in Gamblers’ Alley, went politely unremarked. There was a curious a…
“T hebes?” echoed Parthenia Ann Hawks, widow. The stiff crêpe of her weeds seemed to bristle. “I’ll do nothing of the …
E ven after she had seen the Atlantic in a January hurricane, Kim Ravenal always insisted that the one body of water c…
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