The Confidential Wife

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The speakeasy smelled of gin and desperation, which Clara had always found to be an accurate combination. She sat in the corner booth, one knee drawn up, a cigarette balanced between fingers that had signed petitions, distributed pamphlets, and once, during the height of the raids, held a revolver with a steadiness that surprised even her. Across from her, James Whitfield looked like a man who...

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