THE FEMINIST QUESTION
Without admitting it to himself, he was afraid that one day she would get her animals mixed up. When she was at the foot of the tower, frail romantic amazon, she reined in her horse, massaged her fiance, and then whistled for her mount, which returned to her from quite a ways off. That Mlle de Valombreuse was a masseuse her fiance could pardon. But that she was a trainer of a wild beast was just too much.
Max Jacob
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