[Frontispiece: Instantly he was aware of the descent upon him of a fiery comet of femininity] Pervasive Woman! In our hours of ease, Our cloud-dispeller, tempering storm to breeze! But when our dual selves the pot sets bubbling, Our cares providing, and our doubles troubling! --_Secret Ritual of the A.O.C.M._…
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