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"She is a spider, Monseigneur." "Bah! And that one yonder?" "She is a cricket." "And that one?" "She is a caterpillar." "Really! and yourself?" "I am a wood-louse, Monseigneur." Every house of this sort has its own peculiarities. At the beginning of this century Ecouen was one of those strict and graceful places where young girls pass their childhood in a shadow that is almost august.
Her parents had shielded her so carefully that she was frail and timid! She was but a little spring caterpillar—the larva of a butterfly! And to snatch her thus, to touch her with an armed hand, would have been to kill her. I could not! No! “To avenge myself openly, and tumble the castle into ruins by an assault, I was ashamed, for they would have said that I was avenging myself for my rejection!
"Come, let us begin," she said. "I waited for your new clothes to be finished, and we must make up for lost time." "But do you know, Yoletta, that you have not said anything about them? Do I look nice; and will you like me any better now?" "Yes, much better. You were a poor caterpillar before; I liked you a little because I knew what a pretty butterfly you would be in time.
In like manner, in osteology, he assumed that one vertebra of the spine might be considered the unit of the skeleton; the head was only the uppermost vertebra transformed. "The plant goes from knot to knot, closing, at last, with the flower and the seed. So the tape-worm, the caterpillar, goes from knot to knot, and closes with the head.
Presently disappearing beneath a small plantain leaf, she quickly emerged, drawing behind her not a spider, as in the case of her smaller predecessor, but a big green caterpillar, nearly double her own length, and as large around as a slate-pencil a peculiar, pungent, waspy-scented species of "puss-moth" larva, which is found on the elm, and with which I chanced to be familiar.
It seemed as if it might be; and, after going through the rough caterpillar and the pent-up chrysalis changes, the beautiful butterfly would appear to astonish and delight them all. So full of this fancy was she that she never thanked him when the story ended but, leaning forward, asked in a tone that made him start and look as if he had fallen from the clouds: "Mac, do you ever write poetry?"
Dakie Thayne walked on by Leslie Goldthwaite's side, in his happy content touched with something higher and brighter through that instant's approach and confidence. If I were to write down his thought as he walked, it would be with phrase and distinction peculiar to himself and to the boy-mind, "It's the real thing with her; it don't make a fellow squirm like a pin put out at a caterpillar.
The natural history of butterflies, and moths, and beetles, and gnats, is full of curiosity; some of them pass many months, and others even years, in their caterpillar or grub state; they then rest many weeks without food, suspended in the air, buried in the earth, or submersed in water; and change themselves during this time into an animal apparently of a different nature; the stomachs of some of them, which before digested vegetable leaves or roots, now only digest honey; they have acquired wings for the purpose of seeking this new food, and a long proboscis to collect it from flowers, and I suppose a sense of smell to detect the secret places in flowers, where it is formed.
Our families intermarried in Elizabeth's reign." "Chance to do it again, Caterpillar," said the Duffer. "Warde's daughter is an uncommonly pretty girl." Then the Caterpillar used the epithet "fetching." "She's fetching, very fetching," he said. "It's a pleasure to remember that we're of kin. One must be civil to Warde. He's a well bred 'un." "You think too much of family," said Desmond.
"An antipathy! Why, so have I an antipathy. I hate a spider, and as for a naked caterpillar, I believe I should go into a fit if I had to touch one. I know I turn pale at the sight of some of those great green caterpillars that come down from the elm-trees in August and early autumn." "Afraid of them?" asked the young lady. "Afraid? What should I be afraid of? They can't bite or sting.
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