Without realizing what she has done, she's made a dreadful mess of it. “Take off your tunic. The one profession, the one decent profession, I mean, for a woman—except the stage— is teaching, and there we trample on one another. So am I. He pretended to be unaware of the mishap. He had not had time to aim the pistol. She sat on the edge of the bed —the wardress was too busy with the flood of arrivals that day to discover that she had it down—and her skin was shivering from the contact of these garments. ‘She ought to be.
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