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Tarbell sat in her office, pretending to read a law-journal, but really looking at her name on the office door; and she was not without justification, perhaps, seeing that it had taken her six years to get it there. Furthermore, though it was six weeks since it had been lettered upon the glass panel, she had as yet found nothing to do but look at it.
Tarbell, resuming her former position in a great hurry, and dropping the law-journal. Tap-tap! "Come in!" said Mrs. Tarbell, picking up the law-journal. "Come in!" she said. And the door opened slowly. "Well?" said Mrs. Tarbell. "Is Mrs. Tarbell in?" said the party of the knocks. "I am Mrs. Tarbell. Come in, please. What can I do for you?" "I wanted to see you, ma'am." "Take a chair. Well?"
Juddson, who had already shut the door behind him, and Mrs. Tarbell felt aggrieved. So much aggrieved, in fact, that she found it impossible to return to the law-journal. "I suppose I need a sedative," she said to herself. "If I were a man, I would put my feet up on the table and light a cigar, or no! I would never practise that vilest form of the vice."
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