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A Woman, Even A Prude, Is Not Long At A Loss, However Dire Her Plight. She Would Seen Always To Have In Hand The Fig Leaf Our Mother Eve Bequeathed To Her.

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Ah! What Pleasure It Must Be To A Woman To Suffer For The One She Loves!

Virtue, Perhaps, Is Nothing More Than Politeness Of Soul.

The Questioning Spirit Is The Rebellious Spirit. A Rebellion Is Always Either A Cloak To Hide A Prince, Or The Swaddling Wrapper Of A New Rule.