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Lady Geraldines Hardship. Rudyard Kipling

I turned Heaven knows we women turn too much
To broken reeds, mistaken so for pine
That shame forbids confession a handle I turned
(The wrong one, said the agent afterwards)
And so flung clean across your English street
Through the shrill-tinkling glass of the shop-front-paused,
Artemis mazed ′mid gauds to catch a man,
And piteous baby-caps and christening-gowns,
The worse for being worn on the radiator.

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My cousin Romney judged me from the bench:
Propounding one sleek forty-shillinged law
That takes no count of the Woman′s oversoul.
I should have entered, purred he, by the door,
The man′s retort, the open obvious door,
And since I chose not, he--not he could change
The man′s rule, not the Woman′s, for the case.
Ten pounds or seven days... Just that... I paid!

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