"Well, Lady Trafford," he said, fixing a severe look upon her. “It may be true, but it isn’t quite what I have in mind. “Mary! What’s going on! Why are you crying?!” He commanded an answer in a worried and slightly irritated tone. A stout female stood in the aperture, an oil lamp in her hand. You will do as I say, or—’ ‘Hoy!’ called Trodger from down the hall. A species of vertigo seized him. At last some anodyne formed itself from these exercises, and, with eyelashes wet with such feeble tears as only three-o’clock-in-the-morning pathos can distil, she fell asleep. Wanton! Had I been one, even God would have forgiven me, understanding. . All the best novels have been written by women, and yet see how men sneer at the lady novelist still! There’s only one way to get on for a woman, and that is to please men.
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