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Admiration of an enemy or oppressor doing great deeds Aristocratic assumption of licence But what is it we do (excepting cricket, of course) Consent of circumstances Continued trust in the man—is the alternative of despair Critical fashion of intimates who know as well as hear Despises hostile elements and goes unpunished Dithyrambic inebriety of narration Feminine; coming when she willed and flying when wanted Fire smoothes the creases Frankness as an armour over wariness Half a dozen dozen left Hard to bear, at times unbearable Haremed opinion of the unfitness of women He neared her, wooing her; and she assented He never acknowledged a trouble, he dispersed it He prattled, in the happy ignorance of compulsion He sinks terribly when he sinks at all Heathen vindictiveness declaring itself holy If we are really for Nature, we are not lawless In bottle if not on draught (oratory) In the pay of our doctors Intrusion of hard material statements, facts Kelts, as they are called, can't and won't forgive injuries Man with a material object in aim, is the man of his object Nature and Law never agreed Nature's logic, Nature's voice, for self-defence Next door to the Last Trump Obeseness is the most sensitive of our ailments Once out of the rutted line, you are food for lion and jackal One wants a little animation in a husband People of a provocative prosperity Self-deceiver may be a persuasive deceiver of another She was not his match—To speak would be to succumb Slap and pinch and starve our appetites Smallest of our gratifications in life could give a happy tone Smothered in its pudding-bed of the grotesque (obesity) Snuffle of hypocrisy in her prayer State of feverish patriotism Statistics are according to their conjurors Subterranean recess for Nature against the Institutions of Man Tale, which leaves the man's mind at home The effects of the infinitely little The old confession, that we cannot cook(The English) They do not live; they are engines They helped her to feel at home with herself Thought of differences with him caused frightful apprehensions Unshamed exuberant male has found the sweet reverse in his mate We cannot relinquish an idea that was ours We've all a parlous lot too much pulpit in us

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