She stepped back quickly, and her hand knocked a wine-glass from the table to smash noisily on the floor. And how could I come home—when he locks me in rooms and all that?” “I do wish this wasn’t going on,” said Miss Stanley, after a pause. “I’d chuck this lark right off if I were you, Vee,” he said. She could stow away, go to a place where there were no people to eat and end her life. I have counted you, and always hoped to count you, the best of my friends. Every girl in the world practically, except a few of us who teach or type-write, and then we’re underpaid and sweated—it’s dreadful to think how we are sweated!” She had lost her generalization, whatever it was. “How’s Mrs. Wood turned over to obtain a more comfortable position. " "This is folly," cried Jack, controlling himself by a powerful effort. He took his seat at the table, but leaned forward to address her. " "Except me, dear," insinuated Edgeworth Bess. He might have supposed the fellow would be eager to be rid of the tale, for that he might have longer to enjoy the amenities of the Triumphal Chariot where the meeting had been appointed.
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