’ ‘How do you do?’ Gerald said pleasantly, stepping from the pillared portico and coming down the shallow stairway. Their conversation hung. No matter what they do, always someone to bolster them up, to lend them money, and to coddle them. “Well, I don’t want you to talk to him,” he said, very firmly. 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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