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parents。　Nothing　more　was　said。

The　hardness　and　brightness　lasted　for　four　days。　Then　it　began

to　break　up。　So　at　evening　she　said　to　her　father：

〃Have　you　spoken　about　a　place　for　me？〃

〃I　spoke　to　Mr。　Burt。〃

〃What　did　he　say？〃

〃There's　a　mittee　meeting　to…morrow。　He'll　tell　me　on

Friday。〃

So　she　waited　till　Friday。　Kingston…on…Thames　had　been　an

exciting　dream。　Here　she　could　feel　the　hard；　raw　reality。　So

she　knew　that　this　would　e　to　pass。　Because　nothing　was　ever

fulfilled；　she　found；　except　in　the　hard　limited　reality。　She

did　not　want　to　be　a　teacher　in　Ilkeston；　because　she　knew

Ilkeston；　and　hated　it。　But　she　wanted　to　be　free；　so　she　must

take　her　freedom　where　she　could。

On　Friday　her　father　said　there　was　a　place　vacant　in

Brinsley　Street　school。　This　could　most　probably　be　secured　for

her；　at　once；　without　the　trouble　of　application。

Her　heart　halted。　Brinsley　Street　was　a　school　in　a　poor

quarter；　and　she　had　had　a　taste　of　the　mon　children　of

Ilkeston。　They　had　shouted　after　her　and　thrown　stones。　Still；

as　a　teacher；　she　would　be　in　authority。　And　it　was　all　unknown。

She　was　excited。　The　very　forest　of　dry；　sterile　brick　had　some

fascination　for　her。　It　was　so　hard　and　ugly；　so　relentlessly

ugly；　it　would　purge　her　of　some　of　her　floating

sentimentality。

She　dreamed　how　she　would　make　the　little；　ugly　children　love

her。　She　would　be　so　personal。　Teachers　were　always　so

hard　and　impersonal。　There　was　no　vivid　relationship。　She　would

make　everything　personal　and　vivid；　she　would　give　herself；　she

would　give；　give；　give　all　her　great　stores　of　wealth