The one
profession, the one decent profession, I mean, for a woman—except the stage—
is teaching, and there we trample on one another. “I heard the other day that she’d been
taken in by some cad of a fellow who was cutting a great dash in Paris,
personating Meysey Hill, the great railway man. Those were dreams. He was struck disagreeably by
Ramage’s air of gallant consideration and Ann Veronica’s self-possessed
answers. Ruth had not expected to be kissed; so the omission passed unnoted. The jailers robbed the prisoners: the prisoners
robbed one another. "But
if it is thy will to take me from him," she continued, as soon as her emotion
permitted her,—"if he must be left an orphan amid strangers, implant, I beseech
thee, a mother's feelings in some other bosom, and raise up a friend, who shall be
to him what I would have been. She had fallen into it naturally, the only expression of the dance
she had ever seen or known, and that a stolen sweet.
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