"I am twenty," said the girl. Mercifully, John had been sick for two of the three days of Thanksgiving week, giving her reprieve from both his presence and the machinations of Katy Pfister, who was always less active on days when he was not around. Hot coffee and cakes were sent in to them in the morning by some intelligent sympathizer, or she would have starved all day. She knew that the next time he caught her she would not be able to free herself. She did not care that vampire children are abominations. The one profession, the one decent profession, I mean, for a woman—except the stage— is teaching, and there we trample on one another. ’ The pathetic sob which accompanied the last word had a signal effect on two of the company at least.
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