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"As long as you please, Sir," answered the matron, dropping a curtsey. 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. He looked exactly as she had dreamed him, handsome, rigidly dressed in a black suit, his hair still half gray, his eyes green and flashing like a cat’s. ‘Of course I see that,’ she said impatiently. “Okay. The hansom drove off. The spring can't be opened on this side. ’ ‘Ah, but there’s the little matter of your presence here,’ said Gerald on a note of apology.
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