"I do," replied Kneebone. Deep verandas ran around the bungalows, with bamboo drops which were always down in the daytime, fending off the treacherous sunshine. She had a feeling as though something had dropped from her eyes, as though she had just discovered herself for the first time—discovered herself as a sleepwalker might do, abruptly among dangers, hindrances, and perplexities, on the verge of a cardinal crisis. She felt herself falling, her bile rising in her 61 throat, the cold wind spinning around her like vertigo. Again the chalky pallor spread even to her lips, her eyes became lit with the old terror. The one profession, the one decent profession, I mean, for a woman—except the stage— is teaching, and there we trample on one another. Wood; "and Blueskin, too.
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