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"Menon, a cushion for our guest!" cried Rhodopis. "Be welcome to my house and take some repose after your wild, thoroughly Lydian, ride." "By the dog, Gyges!" exclaimed Croesus. Schol. Aristoph. "What brings thee here at this hour? I begged thee not to quit Bartja's side.... But how thou look'st! what is the matter? has aught happened? speak, speak!"
Tachot was a fair, blue-eyed girl, small, and delicately built; Nitetis, on the other hand, tall and majestic, with black hair and eyes, evinced in every action that she was of royal blood. "How pale thou look'st, my child!" said Ladice, kissing Nitetis' cheek. "Be of good courage, and meet thy future bravely. Here is the noble Bartja, the brother of thy future husband."
This was followed by a general laugh by those who had come to greet Tom and bid him welcome. "Ay, and thou look'st as though thou hasn't weshed for a week. I thought as aa' sodjers kept theirsens clean." "I'll wash right enough when I get home, mother," laughed Tom. "Holloa, Tom. I am glad to see you," and Polly Powell made her way through the crowd.
"You ran through the hall," the maid went on, "just like a frightened hare, and cast never a look at one of us, and now the saints preserve us, thou look'st as if thou hadst seen the ghost of Mary Durden." "Was he following me, Lettice?" asked Dorothy, raising her head from the pillow. "Was he there?" "Following thee, no. Who's he? There was no one else went through."
"I have no food," said the old man. "We need none; we have brought both meat and wine. Wilt thou share it? Thou look'st as if a good meal might do thee good." "I have eaten my frugal meal already, and desire none of your cates and dainties.
"Menon, a cushion for our guest!" cried Rhodopis. "Be welcome to my house and take some repose after your wild, thoroughly Lydian, ride." "By the dog, Gyges!" exclaimed Croesus. Schol. Aristoph. "What brings thee here at this hour? I begged thee not to quit Bartja's side. . . . But how thou look'st! what is the matter? has aught happened? speak, speak!"
Adam was as good as gold, and never had a qualm of conscience or stomach till Eve seduced him into eating raw apples." "Young man, thou'st been crossed in love. I see it now. That's why thou look'st so sorrowful." "Sorrowful! Did you ever know a man crossed in love who looked less sorrowful when he came across a pudding?" "Hey! but thou canst ply a good knife and fork, that I will say for thee."
They remained an instant in this posture, when the old man suddenly started from it, as if ashamed of the emotion which he had expressed before so many witnesses, and passing the back of his hand hastily across his eyes, bid Albert get up and mind his supper, "since I dare say you have ridden fast and far since you last baited and we'll send round a cup to his health, if Doctor Rochecliffe and the company pleases Joceline, thou knave, skink about thou look'st as if thou hadst seen a ghost."
"Ecod!" she said, mocking him, "but I am that. Shame on thee to deny it. I am a Countess and have been presented to the Queen, and cast my ill manners, and can make a Court obeisance." And she made him a great, splendid courtesy, sweeping down amidst her rich brocades as if she would touch the floor. "Lord! Lord!" he said, and scratched his periwig again. "Thou look'st like a Queen thyself.
Tachot was a fair, blue-eyed girl, small, and delicately built; Nitetis, on the other hand, tall and majestic, with black hair and eyes, evinced in every action that she was of royal blood. "How pale thou look'st, my child!" said Ladice, kissing Nitetis' cheek. "Be of good courage, and meet thy future bravely. Here is the noble Bartja, the brother of thy future husband."
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