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'Some little lore have I indeed, treasured up, replied Arbaces: 'but in what can such serious and sterile secrets benefit the ear of beauty? 'Alas! said Julia, a little cheered by the accustomed accents of adulation; 'does not sorrow fly to wisdom for relief, and they who love unrequitedly, are not they the chosen victims of grief?
At the end of the ends she was a Puritan; belated, misdated, if the reader will, and cast upon good works for the consolation which the Puritans formerly found in a creed. Riches and ease were sinful to her, and somehow to be atoned for; and she had no real love for anything that was not of an immediate humane and spiritual effect.
Coolness on both sides is a sign of love; but so long as the Duchess was the same as ever, while the Marquis looked sullen and morose, was it not plain that she had conceded nothing? Onlookers know the rejected lover by various signs and tokens; they never mistake the genuine symptoms for a coolness such as some women command their adorers to feign, in the hope of concealing their love.
"The which doth put me to great wonder you should come to forget her a while " "Forget her? "Aye, Martin in the matter of the the lady yonder Madam Joanna " "Joanna!" I cried, clenching my fists. "That demon!" "Ha demon, is it?" quoth Adam, pinching his chin and eyeing me askance. "Doth your love grow all sudden cold " "Love?" cried I. "Nay my hate waxeth for thing so evil she is a very devil "
What do you think of a man who deserts a woman under those conditions?" "He is a detestable dog, of course," declared the Celebrity. And the cock in the inn yard was silent. "I should love to be able to quote from a book at will," said the quieting voice, for the sake of putting an end to an argument which bid fair to become disagreeable. "How do you manage to do it?"
"I could believe that there is no love so altogether good at least for us here.
Had she not been so excessively pretty, it would have made him more angry and more anxious to rebel at the idea of her dictation. Perhaps his happiness with Hyacinth had gone almost too smoothly. He had become quite spoilt by her exquisite responsiveness, too much accustomed to the delightful homage of her being so much in love with him, to her charm in every way.
'Florence, said the lady, hurriedly, and looking into her face with great earnestness. 'You will not begin by hating me? 'By hating you, Mama? cried Florence, winding her arm round her neck, and returning the look. 'Hush! Begin by thinking well of me, said the beautiful lady. 'Begin by believing that I will try to make you happy, and that I am prepared to love you, Florence. Good-bye.
At this moment he left the worldly passion, coquettish, vain, and showy as it was, and turned to the true, pure love. He loved even the house, whose customs no longer seemed to him ridiculous.
There was a love there was a dislike and there was a certain amount of parental solicitude and determination excellent materials from which to construct a serious disagreement and an eventual family row.
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