"There won't be much left for you," he said. The one profession, the one decent profession, I mean, for a woman—except the stage— is teaching, and there we trample on one another. ” She rang the bell, and he waited by her side until she was admitted to the tall, gloomy lodging-house. . But for the next few days he avoided Cheveney like the plague. There's something queer about that young man; but we'll never be able to find out what it is. She fixed her eyes upon it and ran, keeping always as far as possible in the shadow of the hedge, gazing fearfully every now and then down along the valley for the white smoke of the train. But the love of life prevailed over his fears. Thank you for walking me home the other day. " "Do not talk thus, dear mother," returned Jack, gazing anxiously at her pale countenance, "or I shall not be able to quit you.
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