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He wiped the sweat from his chin and forehead. While you live in my house you must follow my ideas. He carried her in his arms up the steps, like a bride on her honeymoon. It is a serious accusation. But this time she wanted nothing for herself: she wanted something for Hoddy—success. I knew it. Awkwardly, he closed his eyes and fumbled for a kiss. "What poet was that?" "Stevenson. But the stone was slippery; and the tide, which here began to feel the influence of the fall, was running with frightful velocity. 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.
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