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"
And
the
woman
?
"
--
Rimânez
demanded
,
his
eyes
twinkling
.
"
The
woman
has
really
no
right
of
choice
"
--
I
responded
--
for
this
was
my
pet
argument
and
I
took
pleasure
in
setting
it
forth
--
"
She
must
mate
wherever
she
has
the
chance
of
being
properly
maintained
.
A
man
is
always
a
man
--
a
woman
is
only
a
man
's
appendage
,
and
without
beauty
she
can
not
put
forth
any
just
claim
to
his
admiration
or
his
support
.
"
"
Right
!
--
very
right
,
and
logically
argued
!
"
--
he
exclaimed
,
becoming
preternaturally
serious
in
a
moment
--
"
I
myself
have
no
sympathy
with
the
new
ideas
that
are
in
vogue
concerning
the
intellectuality
of
woman
.
She
is
simply
the
female
of
man
--
she
has
no
real
soul
save
that
which
is
a
reflex
of
his
,
and
being
destitute
of
logic
,
she
is
incapable
of
forming
a
correct
opinion
on
any
subject
.
All
the
imposture
of
religion
is
kept
up
by
this
unmathematical
hysterical
creature
--
and
it
is
curious
,
considering
how
inferior
a
being
she
is
,
what
mischief
she
has
contrived
to
make
in
the
world
,
upsetting
the
plans
of
the
wisest
kings
and
counsellors
,
who
as
mere
men
,
should
undoubtedly
have
mastered
her
!
And
in
the
present
age
she
is
becoming
more
than
ever
unmanageable
.
"
"
It
is
only
a
passing
phase
"
--
I
returned
carelessly
--
"
A
fad
got
up
by
a
few
unloved
and
unlovable
types
of
the
feminine
sex
.
I
care
very
little
for
women
--
I
doubt
whether
I
shall
ever
marry
.
"
"
Well
you
have
plenty
of
time
to
consider
,
and
amuse
yourself
with
the
fair
ones
,
en
passant
"
--
he
said
watching
me
narrowly
--
"
And
in
the
meantime
I
can
take
you
round
the
different
marriage-markets
of
the
world
if
you
choose
,
though
the
largest
one
of
them
all
is
of
course
this
very
metropolis
.
Splendid
bargains
to
be
had
,
my
dear
friend
!
--
wonderful
blonde
and
brunette
specimens
going
really
very
cheap
.
We
'll
examine
them
at
our
leisure
.
I
'm
glad
you
have
yourself
decided
that
we
are
to
be
comrades
--
for
I
am
proud
;
--
I
may
say
damnably
proud
;
--
and
never
stay
in
any
man
's
company
when
he
expresses
the
slightest
wish
to
be
rid
of
me
.
Good-night
!
"
"
Good-night
!
"
I
responded
.
We
clasped
hands
again
and
they
were
still
interlocked
,
when
a
sudden
flash
of
lightning
blazed
vividly
across
the
room
,
followed
instantaneously
by
a
terrific
clap
of
thunder
.
The
electric
lights
went
out
,
and
only
the
glow
of
the
fire
illumined
our
faces
.
I
was
a
little
startled
and
confused
--
the
prince
stood
still
,
quite
unconcerned
,
his
eyes
shining
like
those
of
a
cat
in
the
darkness
.
"
What
a
storm
!
"
he
remarked
lightly
--
"
Such
thunder
in
winter
is
rather
unusual
.
Amiel
!
"
The
valet
entered
,
his
sinister
countenance
resembling
a
white
mask
made
visible
in
the
gloom
.
