Nature is a mother; her sympathies have always been feminist, and she has tempered the man to the shorn woman. Here they were regaled with another plentiful meal by the hospitable carpenter, who personally superintended the repast. "Well, Sir Rowland," he said, after a brief pause, during which the knight regarded him with a searching glance, as if endeavouring to recall his features, "I will not gainsay your words. I don’t see what you can have to say. . . You think you love this other man! No doubt you do love him.
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