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On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. As she neared the bottom of the dip in Piccadilly she saw a woman approaching her from the opposite direction—a tall woman who at the first glance seemed altogether beautiful and fine. I will no longer be a burthen to those upon whom I have no claim, but compassion. At once. 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. “Well, lodgings and things! And I paid my fees at the College.
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