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The Usual Masculine Dissillusionment Is Discovering That A Woman Has A Brain

I Loved Something I Made Up, Something That's Just As Dead As Melly Is. I Made A Pretty Suit Of Clothes And Fell In Love With It. And When Ashley Came Riding Along, So Handsome, So Different, I Put That Suit On Him And Made Him Wear It Whether It Fitted Him Or Not. And I Wouldn't See What He Really Was. I Kept On Loving The Pretty Clothes—and Not Him At All.

[yankees] Are Pretty Much Like Southerners Except With Worse Manners, Of Course, And Terrible Accents.

That's What's Wrong With You. All Your Beaux Have Respected You Too Much, Though God Knows Why, Or They Have Been Too Afraid Of You To Really Do Right By You. The Result Is That You Are Unendurably Uppity. You Should Be Kissed And By Someone Who Knows How.

His Voice Stopped And They Looked For A Long Quiet Moment Into Each Other's Eyes And Between Them Lay The Sunny Lost Youth That They Had So Unthinkingly Shared.