"[...]lunched at a little inn on the Thames, and ordered some champagne to celebrate the recovery of my liberty. "But by strange irony of fate the very day I escaped from the toils of love I fell under another tyranny-that of alcohol. Now, Peg"-I started at the unfamiliar old nickname of my school days-"I believe you are crying. Having shed more than my own share of tears, nothing irritates me so much as to see other women cry, and if you don't stop I'll not say another word." I drew my handkerchief across my eyes and admitted to a cold in the head. "Shortly afterward I received notice to leave the High School. I did not mind-I always hated teaching, and I found that I had the power of writing; an article that I could flash off in a few hours would keep me for a week, and I could[...]."
- Paperback | 92 pages
- 152.4 x 228.6 x 4.57mm | 167.83g
- 16 Jul 2015
- United States
- black & white illustrations