’ To Gerald’s relief, the entrance of the butler interrupted them, relieving him of the necessity to explain himself. The recollection of all her unhappiness, the loveless years, the unending loneliness, the injustice of it, rolled up to her lips in verbal lava. ” He stood before her, his hat in his hand, his head bent, his voice lowered to a convenient pitch. “You are in a private room of St. Dorling said deferentially. She heard his voice screaming her name into the twilight as she fled, his cries trailing like banners, weaving through the breeze that had begun to gently stir the dew on the ground. 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.
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