I don’t mean I’m not a good woman—I mean that I’m not a GOOD woman. The rumor mills churned with the news that he harbored for her no ill will, but was simply too busy in his life to have a girlfriend that wasn’t “serious”. He shuddered. Open that bottle with a blue seal, my dear. They were on their way back home, or so she had thought. “Why on earth did you TELL me?” he cried. The one profession, the one decent profession, I mean, for a woman—except the stage— is teaching, and there we trample on one another.
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