“Attack is more piquant than concord,” but when
    You tell me frankly that you would like to feel
      My flesh beneath your feet,
        I’m all abroad; I can but put my weapon up, and
          Bow you out.
Gesticulation – it is half the language.
    Let unsheathed gesticulation be the steel
      Your courtesy must meet,
        Since in your hearing words are mute, which to my senses
          Are a shout.

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To be Liked by You Would be a Calamity read by Elizabeth McGovern
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