Wood, meantime, had not remained idle. 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. org 1. Her little bedsitting-room was like a lair, and she went out from it into this vast, dun world, with its smoke-gray houses, its glaring streets of shops, its dark streets of homes, its orange-lit windows, under skies of dull copper or muddy gray or black, much as an animal goes out to seek food. " All day long the phrase interpolated her thoughts. Arrived beneath an aperture in the broken roof, he was preparing to pass through it, when he observed a little heap of tiles upon the floor, which appeared to have been recently dislodged. It is Anna again who stands between me and ruin. She winked at him as he shut the door. So far he had not stirred; from his bloodless lips had come no sound. Turning, she flew for the nearest door. Those were dreams. “Upon my word,” he exclaimed, “this is most extraordinary. The taste of his sweat was intoxicating, like sweet brandy, like blood. And some were adorned with engravings that struck her as being more vulgar and undesirable than anything she had ever seen in her life. Unless we can get some optimism into him, he'll probably start this all over again when he gets on his feet.
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