The Black Cat - A Play in Three Acts by John Todhunter
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page 85 of 162 (52%)
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Ah yes! We can't live innocently and comfortably in "open sin," until the kingdom of heaven comes. Mrs. Tremaine. (_laughing_) No, I fear there are still difficulties. But, after all, one can do--well, almost anything; if one does it from conscientious motives--and knows one's way about. Denham. Yes. And how charming the relationship might be made! Women would really study the art of keeping a lover. But what, in Heaven's name, is the sympathetic modern man to do, who feels that to love one of these creatures of a finer clay, in his rough masculine fashion, is to "insult," or "enslave," or injure her, in one way or another? "I love you, therefore God forbid I should marry you!"--that is the newest gospel. Mrs. Tremaine. We are not all such miserable creatures as you imagine. Treat us decently well, and we can stand a good deal, without whining like men--poor persecuted saints! Denham. It is quite impossible to treat you well in this "imperfect dispensation." Bah! let us talk of something else. |
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