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It is small wonder that the perusal of that hitherto, in myeyes, immaculate magazine, the Nineteenth Century,affords me less pleasure than usual. There may possiblybe some articles in it both worth reading and worthremembering, but of these I am no longer conscious, foran overmastering rage fills my soul, to the exclusion ofeverything else.
One article stands out with such prominence beyond therest that, to all intents and purposes, this number ofthe Nineteenth Century contains nothing else for me.Not that there is anything admirable in the said article.Far from it. I look upon it as the most despicable pieceof treachery ever perpetrated towards woman by women.
Indeed, were it not that some of the perpetrators of thisoutrage on my sex are well-known writers and societyleaders, I would doubt the authenticity of the signatures,and comfort my soul with the belief that the whole affairhas been nothing but a hoax got up by timorous andjealous male bipeds, already living in fear of the revolutionin social life which looms before us at no distant date.
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