Ye pay more for ye Big Booke, and God knows it
is worth ye price: it is written for ye women who are ye difficult
cases--ye floating derelicts in ye ocean of love, ye hidden snags,
terror of ye seafaring men_."
This did not so much interest Marguerite. She skipped two or three
pages which seemed to go unnecessarily into the subject of
derelicts and snags. "I am not quite sure as to what a derelict
is: I do not think I am one; out certainly I am not a snag."
"_Now ye only reason for ye lovely arts of courtinge is ye purpose
to marry. If ye do not expect to marry, positively ye must not
court: flirting is ye dishonest arte. Courting is ye honest arte;
if ye woman knows in ye woman her heart that she will not make ye
man a good wife, let her not try to Cage ye man: let her keep ye
cat or cage ye canary: that is enough for her_."
"I shall dispose of my canary at once. It goes to Miss Harriet
Crane."
"_Now of all men there is one ye woman must not court: ye married
man. Positively ye must not court such a man. If he wishes to
court ye, ye must make resistance to him with all ye soul; if you
wish to court him, ye must resist yourself. If he is a married man
and happy, let him alone. If he is married and unhappy, let him
bear his lot and beat his wife_."
Marguerite's eyes flashed. "It is well the writer did not live in
this age," she thought.
"_Ye men to court are three kinds: first ye swain; second ye old
bachelor; third ye widower.
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