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When Ralph Wriothesley of the Household Cavalry, better known among his intimates as the "Rip," married pretty Miss Lewson, niece of that worldly and bitter-tongued old Lady Fanshawe, everybody said what a fool he had made of himself. What did he, a man who had already developed a capacity for expenditure much in excess of his income, want with a wife who brought little or no grist to the mill?
His words brought home to her the fact that these bitter-tongued women whom she despised had dared to assail her her, the Burra Mem, the Great Lady of their little world. Had dared to? She could not silence them. And what would they say of her, how their tongues would wag, if she ran away from her husband! And they would have a right to talk scandal of her then. The thought made her pause.
"To cook by your fire and to sleep under your roof for the night," I had announced on entering old Ebbits's cabin; and he had looked at me blear- eyed and vacuous, while Zilla had favored me with a sour face and a contemptuous grunt. Zilla was his wife, and no more bitter-tongued, implacable old squaw dwelt on the Yukon.
"There's a lucky dog for you, to grip death round the neck, hugging him to the breast with both arms, and yet get nothing worse than a scratched wrist, a slashed palm, and a dent in a thick skull. I'll stand my ground. The rose garden of Amboise is free to all king's jackals." "Villon, Villon, why are you so bitter-tongued?" "Listen to Monsieur de Commines for five minutes and you will know why.
Yet it ever seemed to me that she endured rather than welcomed his caresses, and at times the ever-burning flame in her eyes glowed so luridly that a chill dread would creep over me, and I would remember what my Aunt Elizabeth had said, she being a bitter-tongued woman, though kind at heart that this strange creature would bring on us all some evil fortune yet.
He's gone down to sale. Doubt he'll be seeing his chance to pick up something for nothing, like the rest." Heavy to look at was Barbro now ay, and sharp and bitter-tongued! The auction has begun; Isak hears the Lensmand calling out, and sees a crowd of people.
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