Which, let me assure you, villain, will not be so far away. "Good night, Master. ] CHAPTER VIII Slowly Ruth entered her own room. The stranger with a bow returned to his table. ’ ‘And was not she put out?’ demanded Miss Froxfield with a tinkling laugh. And here she was—in a mess because it had been impossible for her to avoid leaning upon another man. 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.
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