She never forced the issue, it was their father’s job. Gay. I offered myself as a clerk, as a milliner, as a shop girl. The season was ripe for mating, she thought to herself bitterly. The flowers upon the mantel-shelf were withered and drooping—she had gathered them. “Queer letters he writes,” she said. ‘It weren’t my wish, miss, I can tell you that.
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