I sympathize with poor Desdemona when she had such a stream poured in her ear, even by a black man.

I suppose that we women are such cowards that we think a man will save us from fears, and we marry him.

I know now what I would do if I were a man and wanted to make a girl love me.

No, I don't, for there was Mr.
Morris telling us his stories, and Arthur never told any, and yet.

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