“Do you mind very much?” He shook his head. The mother was far more real to her than the father; the ghostly far more substantial than the living form. What beasts men are! I cannot typewrite, my three stories are still wandering round, two milliners have refused me as a lay figure because business was so bad. She thought she had hidden well from him. Profligate women are never reclaimed.
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