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"Shame isn't the word for it, it isn't really, Miss Trant," cried Miss Elsie Longstaff indignantly. "I've been in work now since last April, five months and more, consecutive, and look at the position I'm in now -- having to get a sub from home! In work since last April, Miss Trant, and haven't been able to have my hair waved for three weeks! And this last week, my dear! The suspicion, the looks, the tone of voice, the things we've had to put up with all through that dirty rotter! It's wicked."
"It's the wickedest thing I ever heard of," replied Miss Trant warmly. She really had begun to feel angry with this defaulting manager. "Have another cup of tea?"