the night watch by rembrandt

e,' said Mr. Omer, 'and she's little too. But if you'll believe me, she has such a face of her own that half the women in this town are mad against her.' ¡¡¡¡'Nonsense, father!' cried Minnie. ¡¡¡¡'My dear,' said Mr. Omer, 'I don't say it's the case with you,' winking at me, 'but I say that half the women in Yarmouth - ah! and in five mile round - are mad against that girl.' ¡¡¡¡'Then she should have kept to her own station in life, father,'
said Minnie, 'and not have given them any hold to talk about her, and then they couldn't have done it.' ¡¡¡¡'Couldn't have done it, my dear!' retorted Mr. Omer. 'Couldn't have done it! Is that YOUR knowledge of life? What is there that any woman couldn't do, that she shouldn't do - especially on the subject of another woman's good looks?' ¡¡¡¡I really thought it was all over with Mr. Omer, after he had uttered this libellous pleasantry. He coughed to that extent, and his breath eluded all his attempts to