And they shunned it accordingly.
That was the end of Herminia Barton's literary aspirations. She
had given the people of her best, and the people rejected it. Now
she gave them of her most mediocre; the nearest to their own level
of thought and feeling to which her hand could reduce itself. And
the people accepted it. The rest of her life was hack-work; by
that, she could at least earn a living for Dolores. Her "Antigone,
for the Use of Ladies' Schools" still holds its own at Girton and
Somerville.