ToC That night Jack walked to Paddington, and took up his quarters at a small tavern, called the Wheat-sheaf, near the green. She met his older brother and played another short violin recital, much to the delight of 178 John’s immediate family. “We always have things out with OUR father, poor dear!” said Hetty. 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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