To Marry an Orphan Elena had turned twenty-three. In their small provincial town, that was the milestone people saw as the border between carefree youth and a settled, orderly life. Friends, neighbors, the aunts at the market—one and all considered it their duty to inquire about suitors and, with a sigh, hint that it was time to start thinking seriously, otherwise she’d end up a spinster.
Elena had just turned twenty-three—a milestone which, in their small provincial town, was considered the boundary between carefree youth and a settled, orderly life. Friends, neighbors, and the aunts at the market all felt obliged to inquire about suitors and, with sighs, hint that it was high time to think seriously about such things, or […]
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