"My own father!" Queerly the room and its objects receded and vanished; and there intervened a series of mental pictures that so long as she lived would ever be recurring. "I am utterly lost. She cried for hours but would not scream as her mother was packed into a marble coffin. The one profession, the one decent profession, I mean, for a woman—except the stage— is teaching, and there we trample on one another. ’ If you engage me it must be upon my own merits. “Agreed,” he said, “certainly,” and drew a checkbook toward him.
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