"I knew how it would be," she cried, in the shrill voice peculiar to a shrew, "when you brought that worthless hussy's worthless brat into the house. The lad had just barely jangled it, when hurrying footsteps could be heard inside. “He is evidently a friend of Mrs. “When did you start?” She said between puffs. "If I were so, I should not be here," returned Trenchard. ” He spoke of secretarial work, but even there she would need to be able to do typing and shorthand.
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