“I, being born a woman and distressed By all the needs and notions of my kind...”

“I'm done being the damsel in distress. I don't need anyone to save me.”

“It distressed him seeing her so upset. And his distress over her distress distressed him even more. Which made no sense being that she continued to lie to him, even knowing what he had at stake. She was a devil of a confusing woman.”

“She managed a smile. "You're kind of pushy, you know."He shrugged. "I have a fetish for damsels in distress.""Don't be sexist.""Not at all. My services are also available to gentlemen in distress. It's an equal opportunity fetish," he said, and with a flourish, offered his arm again.”

“Ok," he said, "I don't like to disturb you at what I know must be a difficult and distressing time for you, but I need to know first of all if you actually realize that this is a difficult and distressing time for you.”

“I was, being human, born alone;I am, being woman, hard beset;I live by squeezing from a stoneThe little nourishment I get.”