The Price She Paid [137]
for the pleasure of one man, not for herself and the world.
``You don't like that, maestro?'' said she, still observing him in the glass.
``No man would,'' said he, with returning cheerfulness. ``It hurts man's vanity. And no woman would, either; you rebuke their laziness and their dependence!''
She laughed and rushed away to fresh triumphs.
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``You don't like that, maestro?'' said she, still observing him in the glass.
``No man would,'' said he, with returning cheerfulness. ``It hurts man's vanity. And no woman would, either; you rebuke their laziness and their dependence!''
She laughed and rushed away to fresh triumphs.
End