“I liked him, and I never undeceived him. She spoke with fluent enthusiasm. See paragraph 1. Wood was unable to discover the figure of the widow, but he recognised her dry, hacking cough, and was about to call her down, if she could not find the key, as he imagined must be the case, when a loud noise was heard, as though a chest, or some weighty substance, had fallen upon the floor. "Keep off, you accursed jade!" roared Jonathan, "—off, I say, or—" And he struck her a violent blow with his clenched hand. The one profession, the one decent profession, I mean, for a woman—except the stage— is teaching, and there we trample on one another. She kept him talking all the way to the doorstep of the Beck's home, a small 1970s brown split-level in the old part of town. Suspending his labour on Jack's appearance, the man demanded his business. His gaze dropped to the black garment that covered her.
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