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I paused, overco!" he said quietly; "stung into action That is as it should be Resury with ood In the meanti and inexperienced You speak of the 'over-sensitiveness, the fatal delicacy, the highly-strung nervousness of the fe as I have, you would know that these are less As a rule, women are less sensitive thanbut lumps of lymph and fatty matter--women with less instinct than the dumb beasts, and withof the monkey to the vanity of the peacock,-- seek no other object but the furtherance of their own designs, which are always petty even when not absolutely mean There are obese women whose existence is a doze between dinner and tea

There are women with thin lips and pointed noses, who only live to squabble over dohbours' business There are your e almond eyes, fair white hands, and voluptuous red lips, who, deprived of the dagger or the poison-boill slay a reputation in a few lazily enunciated words, delivered with a perfectly high-bred accent There are the s and candle- ends, and lock up the soap There are the spiteful women whose very breath is acidity and venom There are the frivolous wole are as e of dry peas on a drum In fact, the delicacy of women is extremely overrated--their coarseness is never done full justice to I have heard them recite in public selections of a kind that no man would dare to undertake--such as Tennyson's 'Rizpah,' for instance I knooman who utters every line of it, with all its questionable allusions, boldly before any and everybody, without soI assure you men are far er in their views, and enerous in their sentiments But I will not deny the existence of about four women in every two hundred and fifty, who may be, and possibly are, exainally intended to be--pure-hearted, self-denying, gentle and truthful-- filled with tenderness and inspiration Heaven knows my own mother was all this and more! And my sister is-- But let me speak to you of yourself You love music, I understand--you are a professional artist?"