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‘How it would solve the superfluous woman question,’ continued the Weary Roué, enthusiastically. ‘Think of the enormous number of miserable spinsters who would be happily provided for.’ An indignant quack came from the Bluestocking. ‘Think of the expense,’ remarked the Good Stockbroker, dryly, and the Weary Roué collapsed like a pricked gas-bag.
But he can hardly have followed the teaching of 'Emile' very closely, since he employed tutors to teach his daughter, at an extremely early age, the very subjects which Rousseau forbade, such as history, literature and foreign languages. My Mother was his special favourite, and his vanity did its best to make a bluestocking of her.
But if a strenuous, cold-blooded nation like ourselves chose to relax the stringent conditions of marriage, and kept strictly to the innovation, well, it’s absurd to say all our ideals would deteriorate and the Empire collapse in consequence!’ ‘Hear, hear! Worthy of the Bluestocking herself!’
‘I think he must have gone to propose to the Bluestocking to save her from polygamy and her own opinions,’ drawled the Weary Roué, lighting his cigarette. ‘Stout fella! I believe he has!’ cried the Ass, excitedly. ‘I’ll have a shilling each way on it with any of you I mean it, really!’ ‘Oh! what if he has?’ said the Family Egotist, irritably. ‘What does one fool more in the world matter?
Thrale's in Streatham, when, if she seemed about to take her leave, Dr. Johnson would exclaim, "Don't you go, little Burney, don't you go!" A Bluestocking at Court
Odious bluestocking of Belfast and Dublin! as some would call you, how I hated you up to that moment! half an hour after, how grateful I felt for the hostility which had procured me such an alliance! One minute sufficed to put the quick-witted young Irish woman in possession of our little drama and the several parts we were playing.
Westgate tells me that there is no such thing as the 'fast girl' in America; that it's an English invention, and that the term has no meaning here." "All the better. It's an animal I detest." "You prefer a bluestocking." "Is that what you call Miss Alden?" "Her sister tells me," said Percy Beaumont, "that she is tremendously literary." "I don't know anything about that.
‘I deny the first statement,’ said the Good Stockbroker heatedly. He was always heated where questions of morality were concerned, and was proceeding to give chapter and verse for what promised to become a somewhat dull discussion when the Bluestocking firmly interposed in her small staccato pipe: ‘To hear you, one would suppose monogamic marriage was a divine institution.’
"Well, what about the expedition?" asked Jack. "And where are we going?" "From what I can make out," replied Edmund musingly, "Ala is really what you called her, Jack, a queen. But such a queen! If we had some like her on the earth, monarchy might not be such a bad thing after all. She is a savant." "Bluestocking," put in Jack. "This is a new kind of amazon." Edmund did not smile.
This would have meant the death of all liveliness for some hours to come, and a general sigh had begun to heave, when once more our brave Bluestocking stemmed the tide. ‘You make rather a cult of the Bible,’ she quacked scornfully, directing her remarks principally at the Good Stockbroker; ‘but you don’t seem very conversant with the Old Testament.
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