“It is your sister and her husband,” he said. Much more temperate; the discreet and joyless love of a
virtuous, reluctant, condescending wife. The crowner's
'quest sat on her yesterday—and if she hadn't been proved out of her mind, she
would have been buried at four lane-ends. In those revolutionary times
one had to be prepared. They went on talking
in the train—it seemed to her father a slight want of deference to him—and he
listened and pretended to read the Times. Martha had the square
look of solid English citizenry, which was not deceiving. The one
profession, the one decent profession, I mean, for a woman—except the stage—
is teaching, and there we trample on one another. He had
quite enough to see to and worry about in the City without their doing things. He listened. He—In fact, he—he locked me in my room. ’
‘Dunderhead. "Hurrah! come along, Thames; we're free. I went to her rooms to-night. ‘And if you like, I will tell you why. I
should feel that I had been obliged to find some one else to fight my battles for
me.
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