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“And children must we women bear— “Oh, damn!” she cried, as the hundred-and-first couplet or so presented itself in her unwilling brain. Or, if this goodlooking young fellow will only say the word, I'll go with him. The rear of the party was brought up by a large, powerfully-built man, with a bluff, honest, but rugged countenance, slashed with many a cut and scar, and stamped with that surly, sturdy, bull-dog-like look, which an Englishman always delights to contemplate, because he conceives it to be characteristic of his countrymen. "Oh! never mind him: he'll take no harm! Come with me into the parlour. A post-chaise seen in the road first alarmed us. She mentioned, with familiar respect, Christ and Buddha and Shelley and Nietzsche and Plato.
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