An ugly flush stained his cheeks. " "No," answered the ruffian, moodily. "Why not?" "I'll tell you," cried a deep voice from the back of the bed. “She is living there now,” she remarked. “I wonder,” she said, “why one writes him sentences like that? It’ll have to go,” she decided, “I’ve written too many already. The youth with the hair brushed back and the spectacled Scotchman joined in the fray for and against the women’s vote. And if the woman is not a rival, she must be—yes, that must be it. Then a surge of rage welled up. Time after time he reminded her of how powerless she would be without him, how unkind the world was towards single women. I have read that authors are very selfish and self-centred. She got up, as she had been told to do, at his appearance, and he amazed her by sitting down, according to custom, on her stool. She shrugged her shoulders.
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