am a thief without being first made aware with emphasis that I am some other things also, then the world would be a shade cooler for me than it already is—which would be very cool indeed.
And so in writing my Portrayal I have dwelt upon other things at some length before touching on my thieving propensities.
None of my acquaintances would suspect that I am a thief. I look so respectable, so refined, so "nice," so inoffensive, so sweet, even!
But, for that matter, I am a great many things that I do not appear to be.
The woman from whom I stole the three dollars, if she reads this, will recognize it. This will be inconvenient. I fervently hope she may not read it. It is true she is not of the kind that reads.
But, after all, it's of no consequence. This Portrayal is Mary MacLane: her
