He became ugly and monstrous, dunning her, threatening her, assailing her. The whole neighbourhood was disturbed. The one profession, the one decent profession, I mean, for a woman—except the stage— is teaching, and there we trample on one another. She was slowed down by the icy wind that punctuated itself in screams around houses and trees. Then she sat down—uninvited— and looked from one to the other curiously. With a rustle of her full lilac petticoats, Miss Froxfield turned back to Alderley. They put her down, and she leaped at them; she smote a helmet to the ground. Nothing more forlorn could be conceived. I do swear. What was she going to do? One main idea possessed her: she must get away from home, she must assert herself at once or perish.
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