CHAPTER XVIII The doctor reached for the key and studied it sombrely. ” “Why?” “If I were bad at it, you would be on your way to the hospital by now. I cannot work, I cannot teach. "Well, well, we'll say no more about it," replied Wood; "and, by way of changing the subject, let me advise you on no account to fly to strong waters for consolation, Joan. There's something queer about that young man; but we'll never be able to find out what it is. There, that sounds frightfully involved, doesn’t it, but perhaps you can make out what I mean. H’m. ” “It offered from fifteen to two-and-twenty shillings a week—for drudgery. ’ ‘Very true. She made lumpish and inadequate interruptions rather than replies. God must love me, for he has guided me here. My last foster father in Alabama before the Becks was a heavy drug abuser. Everywhere I went and rapped at a door I found behind it another dreadful dingy woman—another fallen queen, I suppose— dingier than the last, dirty, you know, in grain. You’re NOT to go.
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