It'll only shock them, and do our circulation harm." Gregory snatched up the page and handed it to the girl who sat at the typewriter in the corner.
"Read that, please, Miss Mallow." The girl read without raising her eyes.
"Well, is it what Mrs.Shortman says ?" The girl handed it back with a blush.
"It's perfect, of course, in itself, but I think Mrs.Shortman is right.
It might offend some people." Gregory went quickly to the window, threw it up, and stood gazing at the sky.

Both women looked at his back.
Mrs.Shortman said gently: "I would only just alter it like this, from after 'country homes': 'whether they do not pity and forgive this poor girl in a great city, without friends, without money, almost without clothes, and exposed to all the craft of one of those fiends in human form who prey upon our womankind,' and just stop there." Gregory returned to the table.
"Not 'forgive,"' he said, "not 'forgive'!" Mrs.Shortman raised her pen.
"You don't know," she said, "what a strong feeling there is.

Mind, it has to go to numbers of parsonages, Mr.Vigil.Our principle has always been to be very careful.

And you have been plainer than usual in stating the case.

It's not as if they really could put themselves in her position; that's impossible.