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“‘Why is there a woman not to be trusted?’ She wanted to know. She lifted her chin, somewhat challenging

‘Because a woman is dangerous, beautiful, just like poison. And poisons are not to be trusted; some might help you, some kill you.’ He was facing her again. ‘They’re secretive; they manipulate more and are a lot more effective. They’re sweet and bitter. They may smile to you or stab you. They are not to be trusted at all.’”