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Denys, like his predecessor Achilles, had his weak part, his very weak part, thought Gerard. His foible was "woman." Whatever he was saying or doing, he stopped short at sight of a farthingale, and his whole soul became occupied with that garment and its inmate till they had disappeared; and sometimes for a good while after.
That will I with singular patience; and presently the labour of eating, also the toil of digestion, and finally, by Hercules his aid, the strain of going to bed, and the struggle of sinking fast asleep. "Why, Denys, what are you doing? ordering supper for only two?" "Why not?" "What, can we sup without waiting for forty more? Burgundy forever!" "Aha! Courage, camarade. Le dia " "C'est convenu."
It was a plain invitation; yet they misunderstood it so utterly as to take to their heels, with Hans after them, he shouting "Stop thieves!" and they howling with fear and pain as they ran. Denys, placed in the middle of his companions, lest he should be so mad as attempt escape was carried off in an agony of grief and remorse.
You may be the Vicar of the parish, but you're under the same law as the poorest of 'em. And if anything more of this kind happens, you shall feel the law. And a pretty scandal it'll make." He paused a moment, but Mr. Lorimer stood in frozen silence; and almost immediately he plunged on. "Now as regards Mrs. Denys; I heard you give her notice just now.
Who speaks like this? Is it the monk Denys in his cell at Mount Athos? Or Cennini, who spread the pious teaching of the Giotteschi? Or one of the old painters of Sienna, who in their profession of faith called themselves "by the grace of God, those who manifest marvellous things to common and illiterate men, by the virtue of the holy faith, and to its glory"?
The stout soldier drew a long breath, whistled in a whisper, closed his eyes, and slept like a top, too. In the morning he sat up and put out his hand to wake Gerard. It lighted on the young man's forehead, and found it quite wet. Denys then in his quality of nurse forbore to wake him. "It is ill to check sleep or sweat in a sick man," said he.
'Youth, with thee my heart is fledde, Come back to the 'golden Hedde! Wilt not? yet this token keepe Of hir who doeth thy goeing weepe. Gyf the world prove harsh and cold, Come back to 'the Hedde of gold." "The little dove!" purred Denys. "The great owl! To go and risk her good name thus. However, thank Heaven she has played this prank with an honest lad that will ne'er expose her folly.
In her writings she is an eloquent and subtle theologian, an ardent and rapturous mystic, dealing in metaphors and hyperbole, in tangible parallels, passionate questionings, and apostrophes; she resembles both Saint Denys the Areopagite and Saint Maddalena dei Pazzi; Saint Denys in matter, Saint Maddalena in manner.
And all was still. Gerard was struck with awe. "What will become of Denys?" he cried. "Oh, why did you leave me? Oh, Denys, my friend! my friend!" Just before sunset Denys returned, almost sinking under a hairy bundle. It was the bear's skin. Gerard welcomed him with a burst of joy that astonished him. "I thought never to see you again, dear Denys. Were you in the battle?" "No. What battle?"
The mail-clad itched for it, and sought it in advance. Manon demurred to that. What, did she doubt their word? then let her come along with them, or watch them at a distance. "Me?" said Manon with horror. "I would liever die than see it done." "Which yet you would have done." "Ay, for sore is my need. Times are changed." She had already forgotten her precept to Denys.
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