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"
In
love
!
By
all
the
heavens
and
all
the
earths
too
,
that
suggestion
wakes
me
with
a
vengeance
!
In
love
!
What
woman
alive
do
you
think
could
impress
me
with
the
notion
that
she
was
anything
more
than
a
frivolous
doll
of
pink
and
white
,
with
long
hair
frequently
not
her
own
?
And
as
for
the
tom-boy
tennis-players
and
giantesses
of
the
era
,
I
do
not
consider
them
women
at
all
--
they
are
merely
the
unnatural
and
strutting
embryos
of
a
new
sex
which
will
be
neither
male
nor
female
.
My
dear
Tempest
,
I
hate
women
.
So
would
you
if
you
knew
as
much
about
them
as
I
do
.
They
have
made
me
what
I
am
,
and
they
keep
me
so
.
"
"
They
are
to
be
much
complimented
then
,
"
--
I
observed
--
"
You
do
them
credit
!
"
"
I
do
!
"
he
answered
slowly
--
"
In
more
ways
than
one
!
"
A
faint
smile
was
on
his
face
,
and
his
eyes
brightened
with
that
curious
jewel-like
gleam
I
had
noticed
several
times
before
.
"
Believe
me
,
I
shall
never
contest
with
you
such
a
slight
gift
as
woman
's
love
,
Geoffrey
.
It
is
not
worth
fighting
for
.
And
apropos
of
women
,
that
reminds
me
--
I
have
promised
to
take
you
to
the
Earl
of
Elton
's
box
at
the
Haymarket
to-night
--
he
is
a
poor
peer
,
very
gouty
and
somewhat
heavily
flavoured
with
port-wine
,
but
his
daughter
,
Lady
Sibyl
,
is
one
of
the
belles
of
England
.
She
was
presented
last
season
and
created
quite
a
furore
.
Will
you
come
?
"
"
I
am
quite
at
your
disposition
"
--
I
said
,
glad
of
any
excuse
to
escape
the
dullness
of
my
own
company
and
to
be
in
that
of
Lucio
,
whose
talk
,
even
if
its
satire
galled
me
occasionally
,
always
fascinated
my
mind
and
remained
in
my
memory
--
"
What
time
shall
we
meet
?
"
"
Go
and
dress
now
,
and
join
me
at
dinner
,
"
--
he
answered
;
"
And
we
'll
drive
together
to
the
theatre
afterwards
.
The
play
is
on
the
usual
theme
which
has
lately
become
popular
with
stage-managers
--
the
glorification
of
a
'
fallen
'
lady
,
and
the
exhibition
of
her
as
an
example
of
something
superlatively
pure
and
good
,
to
the
astonished
eyes
of
the
innocent
.
As
a
play
it
is
not
worth
seeing
--
but
perhaps
Lady
Sibyl
is
.
"
He
smiled
again
as
he
stood
facing
me
--
the
light
flames
of
the
fire
had
died
down
to
a
dull
uniform
coppery
red
--
we
were
almost
in
darkness
,
and
I
pressed
the
small
button
near
the
mantelpiece
that
flooded
the
room
with
electric
light
.
His
extraordinary
beauty
then
struck
me
afresh
as
something
altogether
singular
and
half
unearthly
.
"
Do
n't
you
find
that
people
look
at
you
very
often
as
you
pass
,
Lucio
?
"
I
asked
him
suddenly
and
impulsively
.
He
laughed
.
"
Not
at
all
.
Why
should
they
?
Every
man
is
so
intent
on
his
own
aims
,
and
thinks
so
much
of
his
own
personality
that
he
would
scarcely
forget
his
ego
if
the
very
devil
himself
were
behind
him
.
Women
look
at
me
sometimes
,
with
the
affected
coy
and
kitten-like
interest
usually
exhibited
by
the
frail
sex
for
a
personable
man
.
"
"
I
can
not
blame
them
!
"
I
answered
,
my
gaze
still
resting
on
his
stately
figure
and
fine
head
with
as
much
admiration
as
I
might
have
felt
for
a
noble
picture
or
statue
--
"
What
of
this
Lady
Sibyl
we
are
to
meet
to-night
--
how
does
she
regard
you
?
"
