Twenty years ago Rose Donnelly got word that her husband had been killed in France. Two days later she bore his child, picked up her shattered life and began to build a new one around her daughter.
Elizabeth Donnelly grew up in New York City, two years ago fell in love with William Frazer, the boy next door. One night last week they quarreled. Solemnly Willie kissed Lizzie goodby.
At dawn, police knocked on Rose Donnelly's door. In answer to their fearful question she rushed into Lizzie's room. The bed was empty. She stumbled downstairs,...
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