I want to boast myself. “For men have reason, women rhyme A man scores always, all the time. Every so often a wall of water, thin and jadecoloured, would rise up over the port bow, hesitate, and fall smacking amidships. ‘Oh, I do love a flatterer. Alas! that the punishment of his offences should fall on her head.
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