I ought to keep both eyes tight shut so that I may be contented in that station to which it has pleased God to call me." "Imagine his proposing to marry her, Nell! I am just as wicked as you; for I am very glad she refused; though I cant conceive why she did it." "Perhaps," said Miss McQuinch, becoming excited, "she refused because she had too much good sense: aye, and too much common decency to accept.
It is all very well for us fortunate good-for-nothings to resort to prostitution----" "Oh, Nelly!" "-- I say, to prostitution, to secure ourselves a home and an income.
Somebody said openly in Parliament the other day that marriage was the true profession of women.

So it is a profession; and except that it is a harder bargain for both parties, and that society countenances it, I dont see how it differs from what we--bless our virtuous indignation!--stigmatize as prostitution.

_I_ dont mean ever to be married, I can tell you, Marian.

I would rather die than sell myself forever to a man, and stand in a church before a lot of people whilst George or somebody read out that cynically plain-spoken marriage service over me." "Stop Nelly! Pray stop! If you thought for a moment you would never say such awful things." "I thought we had agreed long ago that marriage is a mistake." "Yes; but that is very different to what you are saying now." "I cannot see----" "Pray stop, Nelly.

Dont go on in that strain.