They are arbitrary and unjust and dogmatic and brutish and lustful. It has been only the sort of nonsense which passes lightly enough between half the men and women in London. ‘And I’ll say it as often as I choose, you confounded impertinent wench! Who do you think you’re talking to? I’m your grandfather, girl. The destroying angel hurried by, shrouded in his gloomiest apparel.
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