It's well these women must be blabbing. If they haven't a friend to talk to, they must whisper their secrets to the fishes, or write them on the sand or something;
Arthur to Helen (Ch. XL : A Misadventure) - The Tenant of Wildfell Hall (1848)
It's well these women must be blabbing. If they haven't a friend to talk to, they must whisper their secrets to the fishes, or write them on the sand or something;
Arthur to Helen (Ch. XL : A Misadventure) - The Tenant of Wildfell Hall (1848)