You see, you are such a chivalrous masculine beggar.

But there is enough of the woman in my nature to free my judgment of women from glamorous reticency.

And then, why should I upset myself?
A woman is not necessarily either a doll or an angel to me.

She is a human being, very much like myself.

And I have come across too many dead souls lying so to speak at the foot of high unscaleable places for a merely possible dead body at the bottom of a quarry to strike my sincerity dumb.
The cliff-like face of the quarry looked forbiddingly impressive.