Just at the edge of the evening
"She came to me," she said, "just at the edge of the evening, one cold rainy night, and I could not refuse to give her shelter, at least for the night, or till she could do better. I did not think of her remaining; but she is so pretty and gentle, and innocent-looking, I could not turn her out of my house could I, now? I know I am silly in such ways; but what could I do?"
"But is it possible," I said, "that she has remained here ever since, and you know nothing more about her?"
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