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"Not if you had seen her eyes."
Judith tossed her head. "Men are all alike," she observed.
"On the contrary," said I, "that which characterises men as a sex
is their greater variation from type than women. It is a
scientific fact. You will find it stated by Darwin and more
authoritatively still by later writers. The highest common
factor of a hundred women is far greater than that of a hundred
men. The abnormal is more frequent in the male sex. There are
more male monsters."
"That I can quite believe," snapped Judith.
"Then you agree with me that men are not all alike?"
"I certainly don't. Put any one of you before a pretty face and
a pair of silly girl's eyes and he is a perfect idiot."
"My dear Judith," said I, "I don't care a hang for a pretty face-
-except yours."
"Do you really care about mine?" she asked wistfully.
"My dear," said I, dropping on one knee by the sofa, and taking
her hand, "I've been longing for it for six weeks." And I
counted the weeks on her fingers.
This put her in a good humour.


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