Manning, relinquishing his cup without answering her question, “when I hear you talk of earning a living, it’s as if I heard of an archangel going on the Stock Exchange—or Christ selling doves. Suddenly, she heard the crunch of new feet on the gravel. ‘But I am perfectly serious,’ he returned in a voice of protest. It was the only time she had ever hit him, punched him right in the stomach like one of his favorite Three Stooges episodes. He would get her to come to tea with him, usually in a pleasant tea-room over a fruit-shop in Tottenham Court Road, and he would discuss his own point of view and hint at a thousand devotions were she but to command him. Across that world was written in letters of light, “Endowment of Motherhood.
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