Daisy by Elizabeth Wetherell
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over me.
"Certainly. Ribbands of the wrong colour will half kill a woman. And I have heard aunt Randolph say that a particular lady was ruined by her gloves." "Ruined by her gloves!" said I. "Did she buy so many?" Preston went into such a laugh at that, I had to wait some time before I could go on. I saw I had made some mistake, and I would not renew that subject. "Do _you_ mean to be anything of that sort?" I said, with some want of connection. "What sort? Ruined by my gloves? Not if I know it." "No, no! I mean, a lawyer or a doctor or a professor?" "I should think not!" said Preston, with a more emphatic denial. "Then, what are you studying for?" "Because, as I told you, Daisy, a man must know things, or he cannot get on in the world." I pondered the matter, and then I said, I should think good sense would make a woman study too. I did not see the difference. "Besides, Preston," I said, "if she didn't, they |
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