She felt a mortal regret and, rolling herself up in front of the fire so as to roast her right side, she undertook the task of comforting him.
"I take my oath, darling, I thought you knew it all.

Otherwise I shouldn't have spoken; you may be sure.

But perhaps it isn't true.
I don't say anything for certain.

I've been told it, and people are talking about it, but what does that prove?
Oh, get along! You're very silly to grow riled about it.

If I were a man I shouldn't care a rush for the women! All the women are alike, you see, high or low; they're all rowdy and the rest of it." In a fit of self-abnegation she was severe on womankind, for she wished thus to lessen the cruelty of her blow.