One of her duties, after she had been taught to read, had been to read aloud after breakfast and before going to bed. She had to wait some minutes in an outer office, wherein three young men of spirited costume and appearance regarded her with ill-concealed curiosity and admiration. She had once reconciled in her mind that she was happy as long as she had him. Evidently he was gazing at the dull red roofs of the city: but was he registering what he saw? Never glance sideways at man, the old Kanaka woman had said. Then he slapped his hand on his desk and looked up with the air of a man struck by a brilliant idea. She spent a very disagreeable afternoon and evening—it was raining fast outside, and she had very unwisely left her soundest pair of boots in the boothole of her father’s house in Morningside Park—thinking over the economic situation and planning a course of action.
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