Ann Veronica sat down in the other arm-chair and darned badly for a minute
or so. “My friend,” she said, “I have been your pupil for two years. There was also a curious interview at a big hotel with a middle-aged,
white-powdered woman, all covered with jewels and reeking of scent, who
wanted a Companion. She leaned over and kissed his cheek
innocently. Did you ever go by any other names,
ma’am?”
“Yes. ”
The stranger came over to them smiling. Then she would have quiet times, in which she would say to herself, “Now
look here! Let me think it all out!”
For the first time, it seemed to her, she faced the facts of a woman’s position
in the world—the meagre realities of such freedom as it permitted her, the almost
unavoidable obligation to some individual man under which she must labor for
even a foothold in the world. As matters now stand, I'm only a thief, not a blackguard. ToC
Thames Darrell's arm having been submitted to the scrutiny of Mrs.
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