Cursing and nursing, killing and billing, come not so nigh one another in my vocabulary.

But with women--some women--it is different.' Her cheeks burned with shame, but her eyes flashed passion.

'If I were a lady,' she cried, her voice low but intense, 'you would not dare to insult me.' 'If you were a lady,' he retorted with easy insolence, 'I would kiss you and make you my wife, my dear.

In the meantime, and as you are not--give up nursing young sparks and go home to your mother.

Don't roam the roads at night, and avoid travelling-chariots as you would the devil.