Even that he was an interfering person, if he walked through that door this moment, she would fling herself at him and weep all over his chest. The one profession, the one decent profession, I mean, for a woman—except the stage— is teaching, and there we trample on one another. When the bell rang, she lagged behind as was her habit. Just a formal marriage. She descended the stairs, and found herself at last in the street—alone. “Promise me that you’ll never tell another living soul, John. I was Annabel the rake, ‘Alcide’ of the music halls.
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