She was standing before a window, against the background of the rain-burdened April sky. She would take this one back with her. “Yeah,” Shari nodded enthusiastically. ” Annabel shivered a little and looked around her. 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 had to,” she repeated.
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