"What is it?"
"Don't you see? This puts matters on an entirely different footing.
Darling, you don't want me to do the right thing, therefore you're not
perfect."
"No; that's settled."
"Well then, you don't deserve a perfect husband."
"I don't want one."
"That's not the point. You don't deserve one."
"No," said Diana.
"Then that's all right," I said; "because you won't get one." And I cut
myself a large slice of cake.
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[_Chairman (at Friendly Lead, proposing toast of the performers)._ "All
the hartists have give their services free, and I think you'll agree
with me, gentlemen, that the labourers are worthy of their hire."]
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