The year was 1875, and New York's air tasted of soot and hope and salted peanuts from the street carts. By twenty-two, Jennie had mastered the art of silent yearning: She longed for something bigger than the threadbare boardinghouse she called home, bigger than the tight-lipped forewoman's ledger and the city's indifferent pulse.
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