You are a kind of generous outlaw, a moral Robin Hood, you compel us to give up everything we possess, in order that you may have the somewhat equivocal merit of restoring back a small portion of what you take." "True, and this, I am afraid, Miss Lucy, however by the admission I forfeit for my sex all reputation for chivalry, is after all the precise relationship between us.

The very fact that the requisitions made by our sex produce immediate concession from yours, establishes the dependence of which you complain." "You mistake me, sir.

I complain not of the robbery---far from it; for, if we do lose the possession of a commodity so valuable, we are at least freed from the responsibility of keeping it.

The gentlemen, nowadays, seldom look to us for intellectual gladiatorship; they are content that our weakness should shield us from the war.

But, I conceive the reproach of our poverty to come unkindly from those who make us poor.