Cashel Byron's Profession by George Bernard Shaw
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expect of me?"
"A great deal," said Lydia, gravely. "Much more than I should from a mere professional companion." "But I am a professional companion," protested Alice. "Whose?" Alice flushed again, angrily this time. "I did not mean to say--" "You do not mean to say that you will have nothing to do with me," said Lydia, stopping her quietly. "Why are you so scrupulous, Miss Goff? You will be close to your home, and can return to it at any moment if you become dissatisfied with your position here." Fearful that she had disgraced herself by ill manners; loath to be taken possession of as if her wishes were of no consequence when a rich lady's whim was to be gratified; suspicious--since she had often heard gossiping tales of the dishonesty of people in high positions--lest she should be cheated out of the salary she had come resolved to demand; and withal unable to defend herself against Miss Carew, Alice caught at the first excuse that occurred to her. "I should like a little time to consider," she said. "Time to accustom yourself to me, is it not? You can have as long as you plea-" "Oh, I can let you know tomorrow," interrupted Alice, officiously. |
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