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STELLA DALLAS
written on the card in the envelope tucked underneath the showy bow of ribbon.
Stella had to tell Ed the truth at last. She hated to give up all the good times he stood ready to shower upon them. She didn't mind giving up Ed himself. She always got sick of him after a little while, anyhow, and she must confess he had run downhill considerably even since last September. He had changed his business again. He was working in some sort of machine-shop now, and his finger-nails were terribly broken and greasy.
