Real Folks by A. D. T. (Adeline Dutton Train) Whitney
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world; but when it comes to sham fictions and adulterated poisons,
Dorris, I'd rather help bake bread, if it were an honest loaf, or make strong shoes for laboring men!" "You don't always get things like that," said Dorris. "And you know you're not responsible. Why will you torment yourself so?" "I was so determined not to do anything but genuine work; work that the world wanted; and to have it come down to this!" "Only for a time, while you are waiting." "Yes; people must eat while they are waiting; that's the--devil of it! I'm not swearing, Dorris, dear; it came truly into my head, that minute, about the Temptation in the Wilderness." Kenneth's voice was reverent, saying this; and there was an earnest thought in his face. "You'll never like anything heartily but your Sunday work." "That's what keeps me here. My week-day work might be wanted somewhere else. And perhaps I ought to go. There's Sunday work everywhere." "If you've found one half, hold on to it;" said Dorris. "The other can't be far off." "I suppose there are a score or two of young architects in this city, waiting for a name or a chance to make one, as I am. If it isn't here for all of them, somebody has got to quit." |
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