”
“Act two,” she continued. Her
sense of humour could not wholly resist his abnormal gravity. Let us be gone. No, none at all. “We can be alone?” She inquired. She
chose to hold her nose. She felt she was now near her
boy, and, nothing doubting her ability to rescue him from his perilous situation,
she breathed a fervent prayer for his deliverance; and bending her steps towards
the tavern in question, revolved within her mind as she walked along the best
means of accomplishing her purpose. . The one
profession, the one decent profession, I mean, for a woman—except the stage—
is teaching, and there we trample on one another. Marvel. We must always move on. "
"I'm satisfied with your assurance," replied the carpenter, drily.
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