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may walk unconsciously in an atmosphere of crime, and breathe none the less freely. I believe that we may look into the smiling face of a murderer, and admire its tranquil beauty.”

What a wonderful solution to life’s enigma there is in petticoat government!

will be able to commit no more. If you were to dig a grave for her in the nearest churchyard and bury her alive in it, you could not more safely shut her from the world and all worldly

We want to root up gigantic trees in a primeval forest, and to tear their huge branches

“I recognize the power of a

To call them the weaker sex is to utter a hideous mockery.

mind superior to my own, and I yield to it, and bow down to it.

Do you want to drive me mad? Do you know what it is to wrestle with a mad-woman? No,” cried my lady, with a laugh, “you do not, or you would never—”