" "I see. " The clock tinkled ten. Maggot. She, however, had no idea of doing anything of the sort. . But I must summon my janizaries. But you’ve got to lend me forty pounds. Her name, he said, was as pretty as its wearer. ’ Miss Froxfield regarded him in some interest. . 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. Happened to be at the Chariot, you know, with Trodger, and it’s review day. That, Sir, is what I call being a Good Samaritan. I don’t know.
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