"
"There was Father," suggested Angelina gently. Then, even as they stood there, the room was
plunged into darkness. He sat on the bed, throwing
aside his hat. She had found a
couple of articles about him over the years, blurbs about
the opening of a theater that mentioned him. "
"Who told you this is his portrait?" demanded Trenchard. Capes had the gift of easy, unaffected writing, coupled with very clear and
logical thinking, and to follow his written thought gave her the sensation of
cutting things with a perfectly new, perfectly sharp knife. She had
heard of women journalists, women writers, and so forth; but she was not even
admitted to the presence of the editors she demanded to see, and by no means
sure that if she had been she could have done any work they might have given
her.
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