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How many men live with women,--wife, sister, mother,--and never understand them. To some extent it might be the same with all of us, but men, I think, are less difficult to read and know.
Woman's whole nature is cast in a finer mould than man's. There's a reason for it in the construction of her whole being and in the position natural to her in life. The shyness of a young girl's disposition--the drooping eyelash, the gentle sigh, the patient waiting to be sought, are the language not of affectation but nature, and in every beautiful and womanly woman there is a good deal of this remaining, even after marriage, or when culture, and travel, and society, have made them what we call, women of the world.