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and teach women to be themselves, then we’d all be that much happier.”
“And now, Louis,” persisted Herbert, “come, we’re waiting. No shirking, and no nonsense. Just the plain truth. How does she appeal to you?”
“As a dead game sport, Herbert, and the best ever! Every man on his feet and I’ll give you a toast that is as short and sweet as her adorable self.
“Here’s to our friend, Madame la Marquise de la Caux—THE WOMAN.”