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And New York is like that!" She glared at the city around her, at its tall, hard unfriendly walls, the jangling trolleys down below, the trucks and drays and the crowds rushing by her.

For all their hurry, some of the men shot glances at Ethel that made her burn.

One tall thin man even stopped and turned and she felt his look travel right down to her toes! She walked on and on with her bare fists clenched.

She had left her gloves in the office.
Go back for them?
No! Nor to any office, nor any man! "Oh, yes, I will, I'll go back to Joe--and hear him say, 'I told you so.'" She reached the apartment faint and sick.