There we expiate the sin of sins.

A man finds the woman of all women fitted to stick him in the soil, and trim and point him to grow, and she's an animal for her pains! The secret of your malady is, you've not yet, though you're on a healthy leap for the practices of Nature, hopped to the primary conception of what Nature means.

Women are in and of Nature.

I've studied them here--had nothing to do but study them.

That most noble of ladies' whole mind was knotted to preserve her child during her time of endurance up to her moment of trial.