I noticed, whilst gazing contentedly into shop windows downtown earlier this morn, this item for sale:
Why ever would a lady wish to rid herself of her weakness, verily, the trait that makes her a lady? I am confounded but also amused, for I know that the imbibers of this elixir are such women as Orpha, the wretched servant girl, for whom propriety is of no great consequence.

19.11.10
A bit of levity
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Labels: Apothecary, Humor, Interclass Strife, Women's rôles
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