She wondered why Pete saw fit to remonstrate with the woman, pleading for forgiveness with his eyes.
As the woman walked down between the rows of tables, Pete was at her shoulder talking earnestly, apparently in explanation.
She might be defined, I reflected, as The Woman Who Is Worthy Of Us; but the improbability which every healthily conceited young man must feel of ever finding such a one made the definition seem a little unserviceable.
So we return to the Perfect Woman, having gained this much knowledge of her,--that her perfection is nothing more or less than her unique, individual, charming imperfection, and that she is simply the woman we love and who is fool enough to love us.
Obey, must
the woman, and find a depth for her surface.
The woman's speech was a lava rush, scorching and searing; and Saxon's cheeks, and forehead, and neck burned with a blush that continuously increased.
The attendant did as she was told: shaking her head meanwhile, to intimate that
the woman would not die so easily; having done so, she resumed her seat by the side of the other nurse, who had by this time returned.
Now, with respect to this alliance, the legislator ought both to consider the parties and their time of life, that they may grow old at the same part of time, and that their bodily powers may not be different; that is to say, the man being able to have children, but
the woman too old to bear them; or, on the contrary,
the woman be young enough to produce children, but the man too old to be a father; for from such a situation discords and disputes continually arise.
He noticed that Rokoff seemed to be threatening,
the woman pleading; but they spoke in a strange tongue, and he could only guess from appearances that the girl was afraid.
To say that
the woman should be the more easy on this occasion, is to say we should be the forwarder to venture because of the greatness of the danger, which, in my way of reasoning, is very absurd.
In the meanwhile, how disheartening to see
the woman one loves long for those thousands of nothings which constitute a woman's happiness, and be unable to give her those thousands of nothings.
"From San Francisco," replied
the Woman, with embarrassment, as great beads of perspiration spangled her spiritual brow.
It mattered not whether he sat at dinner in the gold commissioner's house, called for the drinks in a dancehall, or submitted to an interview from
the woman representative of the New York Sun, one and all of them held out their arms.
By a melancholy hearth sat these two old people, the man calmly despondent,
the woman querulous and tearful, and their words were all of sorrow.
That's my advice: never marry till you can say to yourself that you have done all you are capable of, and until you have ceased to love
the woman of your choice and have seen her plainly as she is, or else you will make a cruel and irrevocable mistake.
