“Oh dear, I’m not dressed. "Forgive me—oh, forgive me!" "Forgive you—bless you!" she gasped. “Are you a special sort of clergyman,” she said, after a pause, and looking down her nose at him, “or do you go to the Universities?” “Oh!” he said, profoundly. 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. “That’s all,” she said “I’m afraid I’m a little confused about these things. I wonder what men would say if we threw the mask aside—if we really told them what WE thought of them, really showed them what WE were. Perhaps in the beginning the women made fools of themselves over him. It was horrible, but she must do it. Come back with me to-night. My friend the doctor suspected it, and so do I. Why aren’t you folded up clean in lavender—as every young woman ought to be? What have you been doing with yourself?.
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