3/31 "I am not going to contradict you," she said, "I never foster _amour propre_ in a man. It is always a plant of hardy growth." "'Hardy' is not the word," he declared. "Say 'rank,' and you will be nearer the mark. We are a race of conceited, egotistical jackanapeses, and we all think we are going to lick creation till a pretty woman comes along and makes us dance to her piping like a row of painted marionettes. |