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It was a tremendously happy day for Lola-Sue when she left, for good, the service of Mrs. Wade-Smith. That aristocratic lady was bitterly sarcastic when her husband informed her that he was instrumental in getting Sue an appointment as a typiste in the Equity Trust Office; but the bitter things that are said to her husband concerning his unwarranted and unmoral interference in the destiny of her domestic drudge, were as nothing compared with her final parting with Lola-Sue. "You debased creature," she said when her husband had gone out, "how dared you to throw yourself at my husband. Not another night will you remain in this house. You can't be trusted. The street's the proper place for you."
It was then that the pent up fury of Lola-Sue broke loose. The ignominy that she had suffered, the degrading insults that she had put up with during her two years of slavery under an impossible mistress, made her eloquent in the denunciation of a woman whom she hated and loathed with all the ardour of her passionate nature.