But when she has once given herself there can
be no taking back without the loss of that aroma which should be the apple
of a young woman's eye."
"If she finds that she has made a mistake--?" said Lucinda fiercely. "Why
shouldn't a young woman make a mistake as well as an old woman? Her aroma
won't prevent her from having been wrong and finding it out."
"My dear, such mistakes, as you call them, always arise from fantastic
notions. Look at this piece. Why does the lady jilt her lover? Not because
she doesn't like him. She's just as fond of him as ever."
"He's a stupid sort of a fellow, and I think she was quite right," said
Lizzie. "I'd never marry a man merely because I said I would. If I found I
didn't like him, I'd leave him at the altar. I'd leave him any time I
found I didn't like him. It's all very well to talk of aroma, but to live
with a man you don't like--is the devil."
"My dear, those whom God has joined together shouldn't be separated--for
any mere likings or dislikings." This Mrs. Carbuncle said in a high tone
of moral feeling, just as the carriage stopped at the door in Hertford
Street. They at once perceived that the hall-door was open, and Mrs.
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