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He donned his winter coat. 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. It was a purse. She had money of her own—much more than I have—and there was no need to squabble about that. " "Why how's this?" exclaimed Jonathan. The door leaned inward. You’re like some splendid Princess in Exile in these Dreadful Dingy apartments!” “I’m afraid I’m anything but a Princess when it comes to earning a salary,” said Ann Veronica. His eyes closed. "Till then, I shall remain content," returned Wild.
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