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most favourite admirers, of course 
you must be revenged, or you are no 
daughter of Eve. Besides, although 
you, as a married woman, only meant 
a little innocent flirtation, you have a 
moral conviction that she, as a mar¬ 
ried woman, intends a great deal 
more—it is, therefore, a noble re¬ 
venge, and you are resolved to save 
her. You send a bouquet to her 
husband, who knows not whence it 
comes ; but, versed in the universal 
Telegraph of Flowers, sends for his 
book, and, reading it, finds that he has 
occasion for jealousy, rushes into his 
wife’s room, as all jealous husbands 
do, taxes her, and reviles her. In- 
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