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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342142" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Overheard In A Conservatory</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">HE (after a pause) : Dear, are you angry?<br>SHE: Yes, though not at you, <br>But at myself. Of course, we know it's true <br>That when a man respects a girl...<br>HE (interrupting) : I thought<br>You'd say that. It's the nonsense girls are taught.<br>You know, as well as I do, I revere<br>You more than any other woman, dear.<br>SHE (indignantly) : You'd not have done it to Elfrida Hood.<br>HE: Immortal gods! I shouldn't think I would.<br>SHE (haughtily) : If this but seems to you fit food for jest<br>I say no more. Silence were plainly best.<br>HE (very seriously) : Dear, if I jest, it is because I read<br>The hopelessness of aught that I could plead <br>In your stern eyes, which righteous wrath betray.<br>Were you another woman, I should say <br>That you were fair, and I, it seems, was mad, <br>But that the last long waltz that we had had :<br>Might very well have turned a wiser head.<br>A hundred things like this I might have said <br>To women who would take them as excuse. <br>You think none possible - so what's the use? <br>SHE: Then why discuss it further? Let us go.<br>HE: One minute! I should like you first to know<br>I did not think that this would be the end <br>When, two weeks since, you said you'd be my friend.<br>SHE (reflectively) : Only two weeks.<br>HE: Not long, 'tis true, and yet,<br>You've stopped my doing much I should regret. <br>Nor should I murmur that you teach how far <br>More hard than others all good women are.<br>SHE (emphatically) : That is not true, indeed it is not true.<br>Some men I could forgive this, but not you. <br>You would go home, and smile, and think I meant<br>I viewed it merely as a...<br>HE (politely) : Precedent! <br>Was that the word? Indeed, in this respect <br>You wrong, to say the least, my intellect.<br>If you forgave me, I should understand<br>Just what it meant. . .<br>SHE (hastily) : Oh, please let go my hand!<br>Here is papa, who comes, I know, to say<br>That it is late, and time to go away.<br>HE: I do not care a bit how late it is,<br>I only know we cannot part like this.<br>Show me, at least, you do not doubt my sorrow.<br>SHE (hesitatingly) : Well - come as usual at five to-morrow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alice+Duer+Miller">Alice Duer Miller</a><div class=q>
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SHE: Yes, though not at you, 
But at myself. Of course, we know it's true 
That when a man respects a girl...
HE (interrupting) : I thought
You'd say that. It's the nonsense girls are taught.
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