You can scribble if you want to, but after you've given your eight hours daily to the mills. But that other world, in spite of her resolute exclusion of it, was always looking round corners and peeping through chinks and crannies, and rustling and raiding into the order in which she chose to live, shining out of pictures at her, echoing in lyrics and music; it invaded her dreams, it wrote up broken and enigmatical sentences upon the passage walls of her mind. I have never been wrong about the sex of an unborn child. Looked all over that dratted convent of yours—or at least Trodger and the men did so—but no sign of them. Nothing is of any concern of ours except the discovery of the man’s identity.
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