’ She shook her head. The Pursuit. Her glance, absorbing the gilt letters and their significance, communicated to her poised body a species of paralysis. And even she was forced to admit to herself that this last resource of hers was a slender reed on which to lean. So often as she had herself manipulated a dagger, she could not mistake the shape that pressured across her chest, or the sharp point that dug below her bosom. The first set of occupations seemed to her to be altogether too domestic and restricted; for the latter she was dreadfully handicapped by her want of experience. Perhaps there were experiences she would never confide to any man. Businesswomen in pointy-toed shoes swooned coyly in his direction, tipping their noses over their glossy magazines to admire 273 him. Wood, (for I never do anything without consulting my better half,) I'll take the boy, educate him, and bring him up to my own business of a carpenter. She did not have to investigate that his door was locked. E. She became more assertive, more defiant.
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