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When Richard Alger went home he wore an old brown shawl of Sylvia's over his shoulders. He had demurred a little. "I can't go down the street with your shawl on, Sylvia," he had pleaded, but Sylvia insisted.
"You'll catch your death of cold, goin' home in your shirt-sleeves," she said. "They won't know it's my shawl. Men wear shawls."