’ ‘You’re going?’ asked his friend, and the note of relief was marked. “For instance?” She smiled. ” A spot of colour flared in Anna’s cheek as she glanced towards the speaker. A common rage flushed their faces. ‘To read and write, of course, and to sew. It is putting all my dreams out of joint. Furious shouting, and the thunder of running feet. 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.
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