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"And is this what you have taken up my time for? You want to
make a maudlin plea for guilty, dishonest girls, when I thought
you really meant to bring me facts."
Nevertheless, Mary went on with her arraignment uncompromisingly.
There was a strange, compelling energy in her inflections that
penetrated even the pachydermatous officer, so that, though he
thought her raving, he let her rave on, which was not at all his
habit of conduct, and did indeed surprise him mightily. As for
Gilder, he felt helpless in some puzzling fashion that was
totally foreign to his ordinary self. He was still glowing with
wrath over the method by which he had been victimized into giving
the girl a hearing. Yet, despite his chagrin, he realized that
he could not send her from him forthwith. By some inexplicable
spell she bound him impotent.
"We work nine hours a day," the quiet voice went on, a curious
pathos in the rich timbre of it; "nine hours a day, for six days
in the week. That's a fact, isn't it? And the trouble is, an
honest girl can't live on six dollars a week.


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