"And now," said Thames, (for we must still preserve the name,) "you will no longer defer my happiness. She could hear their footsteps upon the pavement. “Perhaps one talks nonsense about a woman’s instinct,” she said. She was a lovely girl, attired in deep mourning, and having an expression of profound sorrow on her charming features. Upon leaning back, he commented, “You look so sad. How can he help you?” She threw such a look upon him that even he, Sir John Ferringhall, carpetmerchant, hide-bound Englishman, slow-witted, pompous, deliberate, felt his heart beat to music. He whispered in her ear. She dressed rapidly and left the theatre without a word to any one. “Who can tell?” she said. She held out her arm straight before her, and turned her hand this way and that. " "You delight me with the intelligence," said the stranger, entirely recovering his cheerfulness of look. "That gown is getting shabby. 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. ” The girl nodded.
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