The Golden House by Charles Dudley Warner
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"And why," Miss Tavish asked, "will the serpentine dances and the London topical songs do any more harm to women than to men?" "And besides, Mr. Delancy," Carmen said, chiming in, "isn't it just as proper that women should see women dance and throw somersaults on the stage as that men should see them? And then, you know, women are such a restraining influence." "I hadn't thought of that," said Jack. "I thought the Conventional was for the benefit of the audience, not for the salvation of the performers." "It's both. It's life. Don't you think women ought to know life? How are they to take their place in the world unless they know life as men know it?" "I'm sure I don't know whose place they are to take, the serpentine dancer's or mine," said Jack, as if he were studying a problem. "How does your experiment get on, Miss Tavish?" Carmen looked up quickly. "Oh, I haven't any experiment," said Miss Tavish, shaking her head. "It's just Mr. Delancy's nonsense." "I wish I had an experiment. There is so little for women to do. I wish I knew what was right." And Carmen looked mournfully demure, as if life, after all, were a serious thing with her. |
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