Vulgar words in The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 02, No. 09, July, 1858 (Page 1)
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Possibly, in his place, a better man might have sought her society, drawn her out of her reserve for his own delectation, confided in her, worked upon her pity, claimed her care, played on her simplicity and ignorance of the world, crept into her heart and won its strength of emotion and its generous affection,--in short, made love to her, without saying so, honestly and openly.
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Mrs. Kinloch went to the door, and leading out Lucy Ransom, the maid, by the ear, exclaimed, "You hussy, what were you there for?
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"Not so; would you not as soon strangle this Rosecouleur for making love to your wife in public, as you would another man?"
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"Mr. John Vanbrugen Denslow, you are an ass!"
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Am I an ass because I know nothing of pictures?