Never for a woman.

He was born with a suspicion of the sex.

Poetry decorated women, he said, to lime and drag men in the foulest ruts of prose.
We are to believe he has been effectively captured?
It is positively a marriage; he admits it.
Where celebrated?
There we are at hoodman-blind for the moment.

Three counties claim the church; two ends of London.
She is not a person of society, lineage?
Nor of beauty.

She is a witch; ordinarily petticoated and not squeaking like a shrew-mouse in her flights, but not a whit less a moon-shade witch.