The Mill on the Floss
"But it’s bad - it’s bad," Mr. Tulliver added, sadly, checking this blamable exultation, "a woman’s no business wi’ being so clever; it’ll turn to trouble, I doubt." (1.3.15)
"Well, you’ll be a woman some day," said Tom, ‘"so you needn’t talk."
"But I shall be a clever woman," said Maggie, with a toss.
"O, I dare say, and a nasty conceited thing. Everybody’ll hate you." (2.1.46-8)
While Maggie’s life-struggles had lain almost entirely within her own soul, one shadowy army fighting another, and the slain shadows for ever rising again, Tom was engaged in a dustier, noisier warfare, grappling with more substantial obstacles, and gaining more definite conquests. So it has been since the days of Hecuba, and of Hector [...] women [...] filling their long empty days with memories and fears: outside, the men in fierce struggle with things divine and human, quenching memory in the stronger light of purpose [...]." (5.2.1)