‘By traitors I am surrounded!’ ‘Stop talking utter twaddle,’ ordered Roding, marching up to the desk. ” She laughed at him easily and mirthfully. Shouting to his companion, even as they passed by where I hid myself, he called out that he thought to find you at the convent. You’ll have to find someone else. . He waved an arm and spoke with a peculiar resonance. Not like my father. The one profession, the one decent profession, I mean, for a woman—except the stage— is teaching, and there we trample on one another. For a while they stood there, silent, motionless, staring at the doorway where still a few strings of the bamboo curtain swayed and twisted, agitated by the Wastrel's passage. I ought never to have thought of it.
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