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I laughed--he puffed one of ars--

"Women have no natural sense of truth--they only rise to it through

sublirained in them, they only sink from it to cover their natural

instincts of infidelity"

His voice was contes, Nicholas! Hoe tell them we have

no time to write--when of course we have always time if we really want

to--we never are at a loss for the moments before the creatures are a

secure possession!"

"The whole thing gets back to the hunting instinct, e--I

can't see that one can be bla Have you remarked that when a

ive his hours of

duty to his country, his hours of leisure to his friends who flatter

him, and the crumbs snatched from either to the poor lady of his heart!

But if she excites his senses, and relect his friends, and snatch even hours from sleep to spend

them in her coher and beyond all this

in love, George?--so which you and I have never come across

perhaps?"