Judith sighed when the performance was concluded.
"That is one of the many advantages of being a man.

If you do sell your soul to the devil you can see that you get proper payment.

A woman is paid in promissory notes, which are dishonoured when they fall due." I contested the proposition.

The irony of this peculiarly painful revel lay in the air of gaiety it seemed necessary to maintain.

A miserable business is civilisation! "Did you ever hear of a woman getting youth out of such a bargain ?" she retorted with some vehemence.
"As women systematically underpay cabmen," said I, "so do they try to underpay the devil; and he is one too many for them." "I am afraid," said Pasquale, "that the old days of shrewd bargains are over.