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But McClintock's mind was perceptive, whereas Spurlock's was only dully confused. 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. He seized a tray, squatted on the floor, and imitated the tom-tom. Remember?’ ‘Parbleu,’ came from his still struggling victim. " McClintock whistled. “You poor child!” he said; “don’t you see the infinite folly of these proceedings? Think! Think of the love and affection you abandon! Think of your aunt, a second mother to you. . A fever of shame ran through her being.
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