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it was—well, brutal, you know, and went back and wrote a most glowing account of it! I don't think my story made much of a hit with the city editor, but the sporting editor came around the next morning, shook hands with me, told me I was a wonder, and promised me tickets whenever I wanted them! So, you see, it must have been a pretty good story from one point of view, mustn't it?"
"Ye-es. But isn't it—hard work?"
"Terribly." She sighed. "But I like it. And it's what I can do. And, besides, all work's hard, isn't it? But I don't suppose you know."
Gordon frowned.
"Do you mean," he asked, "that you have to—to go about and interview people?"
"Oh, yes, but that's fun compared with some of the assignments you get. Sometimes there's a murder that's a little unusual, that promises a human interest side. Then I get that."
"Good God!"
"Yes, it's—not nice sometimes. But usually, after the first shock of—of distaste I get interested in it. After that I like it."
He looked at her in puzzlement. It was dis-
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