" "I could make a fine sketch of him now," whispered Hogarth to Gay. “Just think about what you are asking, John, please. Things that you and the nuns would not think about for—’ She stopped, biting back the words “for a young girl”. I had to stay in school no matter how sick I was. She had not seen him in two and a half centuries. He had conveyed it to her, not verbally, but by means of a letter, which seemed to her a singularly ignoble method of prohibition. Nobody ever called me John, that I recollect. Everywhere else—the law, medicine, the Stock Exchange—prejudice bars us.
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