” She slipped on her cloak and stepped into the hansom with him. ’ ‘What husband?’ ‘Precisely. ’ “Crude, I admit. ’ The fury welled. But it was under false names, so I dare say it ain’t valid. 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. After these dinners they would have a walk, usually to the Thames Embankment to see the two sweeps of river on either side of Waterloo Bridge; and then they would part at Westminster Bridge, perhaps, and he would go on to Waterloo. ” “Fine. She had a better voice than I, and the rest I suppose is only a trick.
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