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", no, I don't approve of giving women the vote. Women," he said, "are something divine, apart, Something mysterious, precious, fair and remote, Caring for nothing but love, religion and art."

"But women are really not like that," said I. "I like to think of them so," was his reply.

"I like to think of the mother, serene, at ease, Living her life in a sunny, vine-clad cot, Drawing her happy babies about her knees, Teaching them love—for that is a mother's lot."

"But very few mothers can live like that," said I. "But I like to picture them thus," was his reply.