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I am the worst person in the world to apply to for information, sir." "Perhaps you are, so far as the crime is concerned. But there is one question I should like to ask you. An impertinent one." "What is it?" demanded the girl, visibly nervous. "Why do you refuse to marry Mallow?" "That is very impertinent," said Juliet, controlling herself; "so much so that I refuse to reply."
Her eyes dwelt upon Juliet's quiet face with a wistful affection. She had come to lean upon her strength with a child's dependence. "Quite comfortable?" Juliet asked her gently. "Quite," Vera made whispered reply. "But you you look so tired." Juliet smiled at her. "I dare say I shall fall asleep if you do," she said.
Again his dark eyes lifted. "It's you that's kind," he said. "I've never seen anyone like you before." His brow clouded again as he looked at her. "You're quite as much a lady as Mrs. Fielding," he said. "But you don't call me a 'hideous abortion'." "I should think not!" Juliet moved impulsively and laid her hand upon his humped shoulder. "Don't listen to such things, Robin!
Her father also not unfrequently accompanied her. All this time poor Faber, to his offer of himself to Juliet, had received no answer but a swoon or something very near it.
"Excellent well," replied Hamlet, turning to Juliet; "a most estimable young person, the daughter of my father's chamberlain. She is rather given to singing ballads of an elegiac nature," added the prince, reflectingly, "but our madcap Romeo will cure her of that. Methinks I see them now" "Oh, where, my lord?"
In later years, after I became the directress of my own stage costumes, I adopted one for Juliet, made after a beautiful design of my friend, Mrs. Jameson, which combined my mother's sine qua non of simplicity with a form and fashion in keeping with the supposed period of the play. My frame of mind under the preparations that were going forward for my début appears to me now curious enough.
The maid came in again with a tea-tray, and they had no further intimate talk. The squire became restless and walked about the room while he drank his cup. When he had finished, he went away to his own, and Vera was left to dress. Her maid was still putting the final touches when there came a low knock at the door. She turned sharply from her mirror. "Is that you, Juliet? Come in! Come in!"
Can you guess who was?" "No," said Juliet. "I thought not. Well, I have traced it to its source, and it lies at your door." "At mine!" ejaculated Juliet. "At yours, yes. You've been too kind to him. It's just your way, isn't it? You spoil everybody." Again for an instant his look flashed over her.
When Isabel came in the morning, Angelo desired she might be admitted alone to his presence: and being there, he said to her, if she would yield to him her virgin honour and transgress even as Juliet had done with Claudio, he would give her her brother's life; "For," said he, "I love you, Isabel." "My brother," said Isabel, "did so love Juliet, and yet you tell me he shall die for it."
I was listening to Aunt Juliet and Lady Torrington shooting barbed arrows at each other after dinner. Aunt Juliet got rather the worst of it, I must say. Lady Torrington is one of those people whose garments smell of myrrh, aloes and cassia, and yet whose words are very swords, you know the sort I mean." "Lord Torrington is chasing his daughter," said Frank, "who has run away from home.
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