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" "Very right, my love," said Wood, "very sensibly remarked. " "Oh! goodness!" ejaculated the tapstress, in alarm. Women never throw themselves into each other's arms; they calculate the distance and the damage perfectly. That she possessed any sense of humour was in itself one of those human miracles which metaphysicians are always pothering over without arriving anywhere; for her previous environment had been particularly humourless. But this revulsion was engulfed by the succeeding waves of pity and understanding. The elemental woman was always close to the cat: as the elemental man was always but a point removed from the wolf. “I don’t know, John.
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