But Fanny has no words. Something heavy in her heart, something vague and heavy in her thought these are all that Fanny has. Let the policewoman's records show. Three years ago Fanny came to Chicago from a place called Plano. Red cheeked and black haired, vivid eyed and like an ear of ripe corn dropped in the middle of State and Madison streets, Fanny came to the city.
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