" "I'm sorry I can't indulge you," replied her master, a little piqued. Women to me are something so serene, so fine, so feminine, and politics are so dusty, so sordid, so wearisome and quarrelsome. You will go to London?” “It is necessary,” she answered. If you were a poet in need of rhymes, you had only to turn to a certain page.
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