This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1890 ...plays many roles, and her wiles and allurements commence at a very early age--long before the male dolt is out of leading strings. You may see her a timorous, frightened creature when in the company of her intended victim. She screams at the sight of a mouse, and her heart goes pit-a-pat if she sees a cow in the distance, for fear it may be the bull; and this same tenderhearted, timorous thing will smack the ears and tear the hair of her companion who has offended her, when no male dolt is looking on. This timidity is all a ruse, but it appeals powerfully to the--the--chivalric feelings implanted in the bosom of the male booby, who feels himself called upon to act the part of protector. I remember when--when I was young, of a would-be timid maiden trying to--to--inveigle me. We were in an old abbey, and she had clambered up on some of the broken masonry. "Oh dear, my head reels; how am I to get down?" I heard her call out. I saw through her little game. She expected me to come to her assistance, put my--er--er--arms around her and lift her to the ground, when, in all probability, she would have fainted in my arms, and--and--goodness knows what would have happened. "Come down the way you got up," I said, and you should see how nimbly and swiftly she did come down--and you should hear the volley of invective and high-flown abuse to which she treated me--the timid, innocent creature! Yes, timid as a hyena--innocent as a sleeping crocodile. Another time you may find her vivacious and loquacious, which is a taking rdle with young fellows of a bashful disposition, who rather like a girl with some "spunk" in her, to draw them out a bit. Then you may find her goody-goody, setting her cap at the young minister--or all gush and sentiment...