If Winifred remained silent, her looks would have disarmed a person of less assurance than the woollen-draper. But did Gerald trouble himself about her? No. He seemed to charge her with the ruin of their situation. She threw out a hand to stop herself from cannoning into them and, losing balance, tripped over her own petticoats and fell to the carpeted floor, her hat falling off as she did so. . But this time she wanted nothing for herself: she wanted something for Hoddy—success. Suppose he stopped all her allowance, made it imperative that she should either stay ineffectually resentful at home or earn a living for herself at once.
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