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Ger. But why should I not go? Nobody wants me here. Con. Oh, Arthur! how can you be so cruel? Can it be that ? Do say something. If you won't say anything, how can I know what you are thinking what you wish? Perhaps you don't like I would I have I won't Oh, Arthur! do say something. Ger. I have nothing to say, Constance. Con. Then I have lost you altogether! I dare say I deserve it. I hardly know.
A seat was assigned to me at the table of their Majesties, exactly the place, said the Queen, where Oehlenschl ger had sat and read his tragedy of Dina. I read four little stories, the Fir-Tree, the Ugly Duckling, the Ball and the Top, and The Swineherd. The King listened with great interest, and expressed himself most wittily on the subject.
Here Joseph and Mary walk together hand in hand. He looks at her, just touching her fingers with an air of tender veneration; she looks down, serenely modest. Thus they return together to their humble home; and with this scene closes the first part of the life of the Virgin Mary. Ital. L' Annunciazione. La B. Vergine Annunziata. Fr. L'Annonciation. La Salutation Angélique. Ger. Die Verkündi gung.
'I! exclaimed Hec, ready to swell up with indignation like an angry turkey-cock, 'I I were fetchin' a chair and 'Stop, boys, said Aunt Mattie again. 'Now let's go on nicely. This is Ger, and he wants to be very polite now and shake hands eh, Ger? Ger's round blue eyes were fixed on the small stranger. 'Her's not a young lady, he said at last. 'Ger 'ud rather kith her.
G. God knows I would, sir to the last drop of my blood. Ger. That's saying much, William. A son couldn't say more no, nor a father either. Col. G. Oh! yes, he could, sir. Ger. And mean it? Col. G. Yes. Ger. If I had a father, William, I would tell him all about it. I was but two years old when he left me. Col. G. Then you don't remember him, sir? Ger.
The light darkens to slow plaintive music, which lasts for a minute. Then the morning begins to dawn, gleaming blue upon the statues and casts, and revealing GER. seated before his Psyche, gazing at her. He rises, and exit. Enter COL. G. and looks about. Col. G. I don't know what to make of it! Or rather I'm afraid I do know what to make of it! It looks bad. He's not been in bed all night.
Why the devil didn't you throw the red cloth over that butterfly? She's sucking the blood from my heart. Col. G. You said the Psyche, sir! The red cloth is over the Psyche, sir. Look. Ger. Yes. Yes. I beg your pardon. Take it off. It is too red. It will scorch her wings. It burns my brain. Take it off, I say! I told you! She's laughing at me! Ungrateful child! I'm not her Cupid. Cover her up.
"One can see that the Swedes made a deal of him," was the first remark which I heard at home on this song. Years pass on; the neighbors understand each other better; Oehlenschl ger. Fredrika Bremer, and Tegn r, caused them mutually to read each other's authors, and the foolish remains of the old enmity, which had no other foundation than that they did not know each other, vanished.
One consecutive night, laddie, one consecutive night. We had, I recall, an even half-crown upon it. He won. We opened at Wigan, our leading lady got the bird, and the show closed next day. I was forcibly reminded of this incident as I watched Miss Hobson rehearsing." "Oh, poor Ger poor Mr. Foster!" "I do not share your commiseration for that young man," said Mr. Faucitt austerely.
I often dream about him, and then I seem to remember him. Col. G. What is he like, sir? in your dreams, I mean. Ger. I never see him distinctly: I try hard sometimes, but it's no use. If he would but come home! I feel as if I could bear anything then. But I'm talking like a girl! Col. G. Where is your father, sir? Ger. In India. Col. G. A soldier, sir? Ger. Yes.
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