Never mind. Now it is—’ ‘What are you doing still here, missie, that’s what I’d like to know?’ demanded the man Trodger, sticking to his guns. I—I don’t understand,” the man faltered wearily. 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. “Don’t you care for Mr. Wood now re-appeared with a very red face; and, followed by Winifred, took her seat at the table.
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