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"Was I out of my head?" "Yes. “Who is the tenant of these rooms?” he inquired. . ’ She grimaced. What ho! lights! lights!" And, shouting as he went, he flung himself down stairs. At least that, I think, is what makes a clever woman’s independent career so much more difficult than a clever man’s. ‘Playing games to tease me, that’s all he can think of doing. Perhaps once it had desired some other human being intolerably. We do not remember to have met with a single individual, reported to be under petticoat government, who was not content with his lot,—nay, who so far from repining, did not exult in his servitude; and we see no way of accounting for this apparently inexplicable conduct—for which, among other phenomena of married life, various reasons have been assigned, though none entirely satisfactory to us—except upon the ground that these domineering dames possess some charm sufficiently strong to counteract the irritating effect of their tempers; some secret and attractive quality of which the world at large is in ignorance, and with which their husbands alone can be supposed to be acquainted. “Hi Lucy.
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