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 is one of our guests—perhaps I should say boarders here, but he seldom returns before dinner-time. “Thank you—for coming,” he said. You won't mind if I empty this gin?" "No. "And now, farewell, Mr. He put an arm around her. “Ciao. Whenever McClintock had guests, he loafed with them on the west veranda in the morning. The Ragged Edge.
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