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I knew that I could not be very far wrong when I said Bellwattle had / guessed I was in love. It is so like a woman. They are incapable of / climbing to the summit of any other conclusion save this; what is more, / they reach it where no foothold for conjecture seems possible.
Who but a woman, from such slender facts as Bellwattle has acquired / by dint of persevering curiosity, would ever imagine that I am in / love? Thank God, I am not so utterly in need of the mere rudiments of / understanding. I know the truth of all that she said to Cruikshank. / Women must know me well indeed before they can come to such tender / thought of me as to forget that I am ugly. It is true, moreover, that / no woman has ever taken the trouble. Why then should I be such a fool / as to plunge myself in love?