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It's all very well for us women, but men don't understand such
ways. They're only children, men are, when you come to know them."
I began to look upon poor Price as a honeyed fiend sent by Satan to
seduce me, and to say the truth she sometimes acted up to the character.
One day she said:
"If I was tied to a man I didn't love, and who didn't love me, and
somebody else, worth ten of him was ready and waiting, I would take the
sweet with the bitter, I would. We women must follow our hearts, and why
shouldn't we?"
Then I scolded her dreadfully, asking if she had forgotten that she was
speaking to her mistress, and a married woman; but all the while I knew
that it was myself, not my maid, I was angry with, for she had only been
giving voice to the thoughts that were secretly tormenting me.
I had been in bed about a week when Price came with a letter in her hand
and a look of triumph in her black eyes and said:
"There, my lady! What did I tell you? You've had it all your own way and
now you've driven him off.


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