"Thames!—Thames!" cried Winifred, rushing to the window. "Is my house to be made a receptacle for all your natural children, Sir? Answer me that. ’ ‘That is what you think? Let us try!’ ‘Don’t be idiotic!’ She was backing from him, reaching through one of the slits she had carefully manufactured in her petticoat. A stout wooden shutter, opening inwardly, being removed, disclosed a grating of iron bars. The one profession, the one decent profession, I mean, for a woman—except the stage— is teaching, and there we trample on one another. Well, whenever you say, I promise to do away with the mystery.
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