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Rudyard Kipling - Lady Geraldine`s Hardship
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I turned — Heaven knows we women turn too much
To broken reeds, mistaken so for pine
That shame forbids confession — a handle I turned
(The wrong one, said the agent afterwards)
And so flung clean across your English street
Through the shrill-tinkling glass of the shop-front-paused,
Artemis mazed `mid gauds to catch a man,
And piteous baby-caps and christening-gowns,
The worse for being worn on the radiator.

My cousin Romney judged me from the bench:
Propounding one sleek forty-shillinged law
That takes no count of the Woman`s oversoul.
I should have entered, purred he, by the door —
The man`s retort — the open obvious door —
And since I chose not, he — not he — could change
The man`s rule, not the Woman`s, for the case.
Ten pounds or seven days… Just that… I paid!
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