" "My dear," said the hospitable carpenter, "I dare say Mr. \" \"All right. ” He spoke of secretarial work, but even there she would need to be able to do typing and shorthand. It feels like I’ve got a snake of mucus stuffing my entire throat, just one big solid rope. He flung himself backwards, hit the dais and fell heavily before the altar, losing his low-crowned beaver. Why? While the front of his mind was busy warning her not to fall into the hopeless miseries of underpaid teaching, and explaining his idea that for women of initiative, quite as much as for men, the world of business had by far the best chances, the back chambers of his brain were busy with the problem of that “Why?” His first idea as a man of the world was to explain her unrest by a lover, some secret or forbidden or impossible lover. \"I'm sixteen, I'm a junior like you. “I shall be waiting for you there, and in the meantime, if you will help yourself—pray don’t look like that. What!—add another drop to her cup? Who knows? Any day they may find me.
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