Lights glimmered in the windows of the different houses; and a lamp-lighter was running from post to post on his way to Snow Hill. But only inside, you understand, that one cannot see it. 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 smiled and started for the stairs without reply. With a swirl of her floral chintz petticoats, she placed herself in the capacious window seat, accepted the glass Gerald handed to her, and smiled mischievously up at him. The Wastrel—as we call him—cannot play when he's sober; hands too shaky. “I noticed him call her attention to us as we passed down the room,” he answered.
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