Vulgar words in The Farringdons (Page 1)

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ass x 5
knickers x 1
make love x 4
            

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"I can not make out what you can see in that conceited ass?" he said to her, when Alan Tremaine had been living at the Moat House for something over a year.

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"But he is such an ass!

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"Oh, yes, he'll marry fast enough--a sweet, domestic woman, who plays the piano and does crochet-work; and he will talk to her about the price of iron and the integrity of the empire, and will think that he is making love, and she will think so too.

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As soon as she was safely tucked up in the dog-cart, with no way of escape, Elisabeth saw a look in Alan's eyes which told her that he meant to make love to her; so with that old, old feminine instinct, which made the prehistoric woman take to her heels when the prehistoric man began to run after her, this daughter of the nineteenth century took refuge in an armour of flippancy, which is the best shield yet invented for resisting Cupid's darts.

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"By Jove!" he said to himself, looking into the gray eyes that were so full of sympathy just then, "what an ass the man was to talk to such a woman as this about art and philosophy and high-falutin' of that sort!

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I wonder if that is because he has left off making love to me, or because I have seen that his ideas are so much in advance of his actions."

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"He never did make love to me, so I always had an inkling of the truth that his sentiments were a little over his own head.

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"Then Alan was an ass.

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I must have expressed myself badly if I conveyed such an impression to you as that, and you would indeed be justified in writing me down an ass.

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"Deary me, but it's like old times to see Master Christopher and Miss Elisabeth having tea with us again," exclaimed Mrs. Bateson, after Caleb had asked a blessing; "and it seems but yesterday, Mrs. Hankey, that they were here talking over Mrs. Perkins's wedding--your niece Susan as was--with Master Christopher in knickers, and Miss Elisabeth's hair down."

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