"
"What happened then?
"What happened then?
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"
"Why to The Dancing Master? He is a middle-aged gentleman, of reprobate
and romantic tendencies, and tries to be a friend of mine. "
"Then make up your mind to lose him. Dowds cling by nature, and I should
imagine that this animal--how terrible her bonnet looks from above! --is
specially clingsome. "
"She is welcome to The Dancing Master so far as I am concerned. I never
could take an interest in a monotonous liar. The frustrated aim of his
life is to persuade people that he is a bachelor. "
"0--oh! I think I've met that sort of man before. And isn't he? "
"No. He confided that to me a few days ago. Ugh! Some men ought to Be
killed.
"
"What happened then? "
"He posed as the horror of horrors--a misunderstood man. Heaven knows
the femme incomprise is sad enough and had enough--but the other thing! "
"And so fat too! I should have laughed in his face. Men seldom confide
in me. How is it they come to you? "
"For the sake of impressing me with their careers in the past. Protect
me from men with confidences! "
"And yet you encourage them? "
"What can I do? They talk. I listen, and they vow that I am sympathetic.
I know I always profess astonishment even when the plot is--of the most
old possible. "
"Yes. Men are so unblushingly explicit if they are once allowed to talk,
whereas women's confidences are full of reservations and fibs, except"--
"When they go mad and babble of the Unutterabilities after a week's
acquaintance.
"Why to The Dancing Master? He is a middle-aged gentleman, of reprobate
and romantic tendencies, and tries to be a friend of mine. "
"Then make up your mind to lose him. Dowds cling by nature, and I should
imagine that this animal--how terrible her bonnet looks from above! --is
specially clingsome. "
"She is welcome to The Dancing Master so far as I am concerned. I never
could take an interest in a monotonous liar. The frustrated aim of his
life is to persuade people that he is a bachelor. "
"0--oh! I think I've met that sort of man before. And isn't he? "
"No. He confided that to me a few days ago. Ugh! Some men ought to Be
killed.
"
"What happened then? "
"He posed as the horror of horrors--a misunderstood man. Heaven knows
the femme incomprise is sad enough and had enough--but the other thing! "
"And so fat too! I should have laughed in his face. Men seldom confide
in me. How is it they come to you? "
"For the sake of impressing me with their careers in the past. Protect
me from men with confidences! "
"And yet you encourage them? "
"What can I do? They talk. I listen, and they vow that I am sympathetic.
I know I always profess astonishment even when the plot is--of the most
old possible. "
"Yes. Men are so unblushingly explicit if they are once allowed to talk,
whereas women's confidences are full of reservations and fibs, except"--
"When they go mad and babble of the Unutterabilities after a week's
acquaintance.
