What matters to us, the judgment of men? What have we to doubt, since we are pure before life?
What matters to us, the judgment of men? What have we to doubt, since we are pure before life?
I have no right to beauty. I had been condemned to masculine ugliness.
I am at the age when a maiden gives her hand to the man whom her weakness searches and dreads, and I have not chosen a companion for the road.
I am a mediocre being, a bit cunning.
I detest heavy perfume and shrill voices.
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