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permission of the copyright holder found at the beginning of this work. “I thought I saw her in town to-day,” he said. 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. ‘Wait a
minute, though. It's gin—a liquor you used to like. “Then what did you do?”
Lucy’s eyes leveled with her. The ink, contained in
a grimy bottle unearthed in the outhouse, was old, and made blotches as soon as
it touched the paper. The party, then, sat down to a bowl of punch; and, at its
conclusion, Captain Kneebone regretted that an engagement to spend the
evening with Mrs. There were white men with
families, a fine mission-house, and a club-house for cards and billiards. She goes out and comes home. As she approached, the carpenter's wife eyed
her from head to foot, in the hope of finding something in her person or apparel
to quarrel with. “You cannot seriously believe,” he said, “that at the present moment I care a
snap of the fingers whether I have any dinner or not.
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