Volume IV Part 21 (2/2)

V.

”Oh, that,” she said, ”is no reason. You smell a rose through a fence: If two should smell it, what matter? who grumbles, and where's the pretence?”

VI.

”But I,” he replied, ”have promised another, when love was free, To love her alone, alone, who alone and afar loves me.”

VII.

”Why, that,” she said, ”is no reason. Love's always free, I am told.

Will you vow to be safe from the headache on Tuesday, and think it will hold?”

VIII.

”But you,” he replied, ”have a daughter, a young little child, who was laid In your lap to be pure; so I leave you: the angels would make me afraid.”

IX.

”Oh, that,” she said, ”is no reason. The angels keep out of the way; And Dora, the child, observes nothing, although you should please me and stay.”

X.

At which he rose up in his anger,--”Why, now, you no longer are fair!

Why, now, you no longer are fatal, but ugly and hateful, I swear.”

XI.

At which she laughed out in her scorn: ”These men! Oh, these men overnice, Who are shocked if a colour not virtuous is frankly put on by a vice.”

XII.

Her eyes blazed upon him--”And _you_! You bring us your vices so near That we smell them! You think in our presence a thought 't would defame us to hear!

XIII.

”What reason had you, and what right,--I appeal to your soul from my life,-- To find me too fair as a woman? Why, sir, I am pure, and a wife.

XIV.

”Is the day-star too fair up above you? It burns you not. Dare you imply I brushed you more close than the star does, when Walter had set me as high?

XV.

”If a man finds a woman too fair, he means simply adapted too much To uses unlawful and fatal. The praise!--shall I thank you for such?

XVI.

”Too fair?--not unless you misuse us! and surely if, once in a while, You attain to it, straightway you call us no longer too fair, but too vile.

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