I'm speaking of virtuous women—of WIVES, Madam. He jumps the words out of your mouth; he takes hold of what you have to say before you have had time to express it properly. No offence, I hope. I’ve a dread of love dropping its petals, becoming mean and ugly. So he marched into the street, primarily bent upon making the favourable discovery. I consented.
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