At least that, I think, is what
makes a clever woman’s independent career so much more difficult than a clever
man’s. Through fire and water, through penury and pestilence, your hand
will always be on his shoulder. ” She glared at him balefully. He’s just. ”
She sat motionless, with her hand tightening over the edge of the table, and
he, too, said no more. He seemed to be hesitating between two courses of action. A pretty name for a pretty girl. Instead, her husband was probably wise. “I ought to have done anything!
“What’s a man for?
“Friendship!”
He doubled up his fist, and seemed to contemplate thrusting it through the
window. Everywhere I went and rapped at a door I found
behind it another dreadful dingy woman—another fallen queen, I suppose—
dingier than the last, dirty, you know, in grain. The boy would never
know just how lucky he was.
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