She kept him talking all the way to the doorstep of the Beck's home, a small 1970s brown split-level in the old part of town. She would have to move on to a more lawless country soon, Mexico, Columbia, then cross the sea where she could eventually return to the chaos of Eastern Europe and the Russias. 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. I don’t think that the rest of the people here like us very well, do they, Arthur, so we’re obliged to be friends. Opposite to her was a sallow-visaged young man, whose small tie seemed like a smudge of obtusively shiny black across the front of a high close-drawn collar. Larry Beck did his best to the flares of her temper from rising. The brightness Capes had diffused over the world glorified even his rival. She was the High Priestess. The man pulled up. . ’ ‘By all means,’ agreed Lucy at once, and ignoring the automatic protest that issued from Roding’s lips, she threw a command over her shoulder as she turned to go.
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