She thought of the suitcase, the seventy-seven dollars for a Greyhound ticket that had expired. "Follow me, Thames," cried Jack, dropping into the chasm. "I need not remind you, Sir Rowland, that I am aware you are deeply implicated in the Jacobite plot which is now known to be hatching. The one profession, the one decent profession, I mean, for a woman—except the stage— is teaching, and there we trample on one another. Even you have not been able to hold her back. He laughed lightly. This was the first young man who had drawn from her something more than speculative interest. Wood caught hold of Jack's leg, and dragged him off the bench.
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