'I was born with this taste for the ways and games and style of men.

I hope I don't get on badly with women; but if I 'm not allowed to indulge my natural taste, I kick the stable-boards and bite the manger.' Aminta threw her arms round her, and they laughed their mutual peal.
Caressing her still, Aminta said: 'I don't know whether I embrace a boy.' 'That idea comes from a man!' said Mrs.Lawrence.It was admitted.

The secretary was discussed.
Mrs.Lawrence remarked: 'Yes, I like talking with him; he's bright.

You drove him out of me the day I saw him.

Doesn't he give you the idea of a man who insists on capturing you and lets it be seen he doesn't care two snaps of a finger ?' Aminta petitioned on his behalf indifferently: 'He 's well bred.' She was inattentive to Mrs.Lawrence's answer.