What Soft, Cherubic Creatures These Gentlewomen Are! One Would As Soon Assault A Plush Or Violate A Star. Such Dimity Convictions, A Horror So Refined Of Freckled Human Nature, Of Deity Ashamed, -- It's Such A Common Glory, A Fisherman'S Degree! Redemption, Brittle Lady, Be So, Ashamed Of Thee.
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