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Maybe ; she never said so . And here one must pause , to consider the interesting subject of Molly 's Relations with Men . It proved singularly lacking in richness . To state that she had lived four years -LRB- as she did , ultimately -RRB- on the staff of the largest New York daily newspaper , hanging personally over the `` forms '' many a time , among the printers , from 10 P.M. until 3 A.M. , walking home with the milk-carts in the lead-blue morning ; sitting in the outer office of one of the greatest city editors for three of these years ; studying every `` first night , '' every picturesque slum , every visiting or indigenous notoriety at close range -- to catalogue a life like this , add that it was the life of a handsome , well-dressed , high-spirited girl , and pretend that it was an existence unqualified by male adjectives , would be the merest absurdity . I hear that from the tiniest , most impudent printer 's devil up to the Dean of College Presidents , who became so interested in her during his famous interview of '' _ After Democracy -- What ? _ '' that his wife asked her to luncheon and she spent the day with them , every man she encountered `` swore by her , '' as they say . In a novel , the editor-in-chief would have married her and Eleanor would have been delighted ; but in a novel the editors-in-chief are handsome , athletic young bachelors -LRB- which rarely occurs , as a matter of fact -RRB- or magnificent widowers whose first marriages were tragic mistakes , so the emotional field is really clear .