It would be very hard perhaps to make you understand just how I feel about it. For a few moments, Thames regarded the little girl through the half-opened door in silence. She could not run, her limbs were frozen. Gently each time Ruth drew down the arms. “I have given her two days’ holiday,” Anna answered. 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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