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org. "Excuse me," he said, plunging his fork into a fowl, and transferring it to his plate. Lucy looked about confusedly. It is the vapouring school girl. . She had heard of women journalists, women writers, and so forth; but she was not even admitted to the presence of the editors she demanded to see, and by no means sure that if she had been she could have done any work they might have given her. "What's that you're taking to Sir Rowland Trenchard's?" "Only a box, Sir," answered Sheppard, emptying the glass. She withdrew her head with a little moan, and resumed her flight. She had learned this art in skirts, and knew well how not to be disadvantaged. “For your own sake, let me beg of you not to stay for a moment.
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