Why do you not go away?’
‘Yes, do go away,’ begged Gerald. ‘Well! I hadn’t no notion as he’d got hisself married again. The
hymnal lyrics had never stirred her; she had memorized and sung them parrotwise. She tried to imagine herself
“getting something,” to project herself as sitting down at a desk and writing, or
as returning after her work to some pleasantly equipped and free and
independent flat. This way there will be not so much shame, and the vicomte will let them
remain. And for
many years, that was the way it was. As pretty as its owner. She had
heard of women journalists, women writers, and so forth; but she was not even
admitted to the presence of the editors she demanded to see, and by no means
sure that if she had been she could have done any work they might have given
her. The study seemed absolutely unaltered, there was still
the same lamp with a little chip out of the shade, still the same gas fire, still the
same bundle of blue and white papers, it seemed, with the same pink tape about
them, at the elbow of the arm-chair, still the same father. As he was conveyed thither, an
incident occurred that produced a considerable impression on the feelings of the
youthful offender. She was going to him
soon and certainly, going to his strong, embracing arms. 13
Montague Street.
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