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What could I do at home? The other’s a crumple-up—just surrender. ” “I sent a telegram, aunt,” said Ann Veronica. The one profession, the one decent profession, I mean, for a woman—except the stage— is teaching, and there we trample on one another. Life! Life and love! It makes me want to be always young, always strong, always devoting my life—and dying splendidly. ’ ‘Don’t talk soft,’ begged Martha. "My servants, like Eastern mutes, must have eyes, and ears,— and hands, if need be,—but no tongues. She hadn't measured up; she had been stupid; she hadn't known how to make love. “And think, think”—her voice sank —“of the horrible coarseness!” “What coarseness?” said Ann Veronica. After quarter of an hour, she followed. She closed her eyes more vividly to recall some line which had carried the blot.
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