Perhaps we are more cunning only.

Perhaps it is not even a thing to wish; for if we were, it would mean that we are good because there is less evil in us to fight against.

Dear, forgive me for saying that; it may be all wrong; but I think it is what nearly all women feel in their hearts, though they keep it locked up till they die.

I don't even want you to believe me.

You think otherwise of us, and it is so sweet of you that we try to be better than we are--to undeceive you would hurt so.