“Earning a salary!” “You’re like a Princess in Exile!” he repeated, overruling her. But De Maupassant—sheer off! Stick to Dickens and Thackeray and Hugo. There were lines in her face that age had not put there. You mustn’t go clawing after a man that doesn’t belong to you—that isn’t even interested in you. Some man! And to conclude it all was the figure of her father in the doorway, giving her a last chance, his hat in one hand, his umbrella in the other, shaken at her to emphasize his point. Filled as he was with conflicting emotions, any stretch of silence would be dangerous. You used to beg me for hours at a time to give it all up, never to go near the ‘Ambassador’s’ again.
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