The yellow book: an illustrated quarterly (8.1896)

By Evelyn Sharp

187

" It means my living to me," she said ; and he winced at her
unpleasant frankness.
" You were quite different yesterday, weren't you ? " he com-
plained gently.
" You speak as though my being one thing or another ought
to depend on your pleasure," she retorted ; " of course, you think
like everybody else that a woman is only to be tolerated as long
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