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The one profession, the one decent profession, I mean, for a woman—except the stage— is teaching, and there we trample on one another. After he had eaten dinner with Ruth, he had gone to McClintock's; and he had heard music such as he had heard only in the great concert halls. She sat very still, and his eyes rested on that ornament for a moment, and then travelled slowly to her wrist and the soft lines of her forearm. “Do you know why they are estranged?” Lucy asked. There was something which chilled even him in the cold impassivity of her features. She had not been sufficiently prompted in relation to the ways of caravansaries; but her mind had been alert and receptive. What was yet more worthy of note was, that the widow's countenance had an air of refinement about it, of which it was utterly destitute before, and which seemed to intimate that her true position in society was far above that wherein accident had placed her. What Miss Miniver would have called the Higher Truth supervenes.
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