The best of women (I have heard my grandmother say) are hypocrites. We don’t know how much they hide from us… — William Makepeace Thackeray
The best of women (I have heard my grandmother say) are hypocrites. We don’t know how much they hide from us: how watchful they are when they seem most artless and confidential: how often those frank smiles which they wear so easily, are traps to cajole or elude or disarm—I don’t mean in your mere coquettes, but your domestic models, and paragons of female virtue. Who has not seen a woman hide the dullness of a stupid husband, or coax the fury of a savage one? We accept this amiable slavishness, and praise a woman for it: we call this pretty treachery truth.
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Whenever he met a great man he grovelled before him, and my-lorded him as only a free-born Briton can do.
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