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"Fifty pounds a year," she said

He was silent, his power taken out of his hand

He had always hugged a secret pride in the fact that his

daughters need not go out to work With his wife's money and his

own they had four hundred a year They could draw on the capital

if need be later on He was not afraid for his old age His

daughters ht be ladies

Fifty pounds a year was a pound a week--which was enough

for her to live on independently

"And what sort of a teacher do you think you'd nat with your own brothers and

sisters, let alone with a class of children And I thought you

didn't like dirty, board-school brats"

"They're not all dirty"

"You'd find they're not all clean"

There was silence in the workshop The laht fell on the

burned silver bowl that lay between hiwen stood with a queer, catlike light on his

face, almost like a smile But it was no smile

"Can I try?" she said

"You can do what the deuce you like, and go where you

like"

Her face was fixed and expressionless and indifferent It