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" "Do you want me to tell her that I am grateful?" "Well, aren't you?" "I don't know; I really don't know. " Jonathan raised his bludgeon, but controlled himself by a powerful effort. 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. Resolution, severity, subtlety, were required for it; and these were qualities which Jonathan possessed in an extraordinary degree. Unwillingly he drew a little nearer, and became one of the group of loiterers about the entrance. A dovecoloured kincob gown, embroidered with large trees, and made very low in front, displayed to the greatest possible advantage, the rounded proportions of her figure; while a high-heeled, red-leather shoe did not detract from the symmetry of a very neat ankle, and a very small foot. Suspending his labour on Jack's appearance, the man demanded his business. She shook her head. A girl—at my age—is grown-up.
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