The Foolish Virgin


Caution whispered ‘wait’ — but in his arms she was lost and swept she knew not where…

From the back cover:

“Pamela, where were you last night?”
“We ran out of gas,” Pamela explained FIRMLY. 
“And you sat in the car all night? That’s– obviously — impossible!” EJACULATED Mrs. Broome.
“No. There was a sort of — shanty.”
“Without a chaperon?”
“Mrs. Broome, what else could we do?” Pamela said DESPERATELY.


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