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"Yes, Peter"

"And love with all th, for her warm, somanhood--in

a word, she is the epitome of all that is true and wos, sir, and all your

knowledge of wos, you have

learned from your books, therefore, misrepresented by history,

and distorted by romance, it is utterly false and unreal And,

of course, this iinary creature of yours is ethereal,

bloodless, sexless, unnatural, and quite impossible!"

Nohen she spoke thus, I laid down etlip

and lashes that drooped disdainfully

"I quite understand that there can be no woman worthy of Mr

Peter Vibart--she whoe must be

specially created for him! Ah! but some day a woman--a real,

live woman--will colance of her eyes, the warmth of her breath, will dispel

this poor, flaccid, ination, ill

fade and fade, and vanish into nothingness And when the real

woman has shown him how utterly false and impossible this dreah at you

--as I do, and turn her back upon you--as I do, and leave you

--for the very superior, very pedantic pedant that you are--and

scorn you--as I do, most of all because you areup her head and stah the open door

into the ht