My arm's nearly well again. He spent the remainder of the afternoon looking for a friend whom he found at last in the billiard room of one of the smaller clubs to which he belonged. He no longer made love to her, as there was no point. The one profession, the one decent profession, I mean, for a woman—except the stage— is teaching, and there we trample on one another. “But—your people!” she gasped. "Mrs. ’ ‘As a matter of fact, it isn’t,’ conceded Gerald. You've nothing to do but to take possession. ” “You alarm me,” she murmured, smiling. ” “That is quite untrue,” she declared cheerfully. But did Gerald trouble himself about her? No. At last—I told a story. ‘That rascally knave sent you to become a French nun?’ Looking positively terrified, the girl nodded dumbly.
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