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Then she sat up in her bed, and continued her monologue which we will spare the reader till the morning. Scarcely had the first rays of light filtered through the interlacing branches of jasmine and wavered into the room, when Nisida dressed herself hurriedly, and went as usual to present her forehead to her father's kiss.
Involuntarily, my dear Edgar, I indulged in this short monologue after the manner of the old romancers: O tender love! passion full of intoxication and torment! love that kills and resuscitates! What a terrible vacuum thou must leave in life, when age exiles thee from our heart! Which means that I was resuscitated by Mad. de Lorgeville's last words!
I think he felt an amused and kindly interest in the two young folk from Oxford who had come as pilgrims to his shrine, and, realizing that our French was not fluent and our shyness great, he filled up the time and the gaps by a monologue, lit up by many touches of Renanesque humor, on the situation in France.
I'll have to confess that I too am not especially interested in men." This thrust did not catch Dr. Blake unawares. He laughed a laugh which rang as true as Mrs. Markham's. He even ventured on a humorous monologue in which he accused his sex of every possible failing, ending with a triumphant eulogy of the other half of creation. But Mrs.
They talked about the decadents, about "The Maid of Orleans," and Kostya delivered a regular monologue; he fancied that he was very successful in imitating Ermolova. Then they sat down and played whist.
He had sketched the history of the little estate. "It is so unlucky," ran the monologue, "that money wasn't put into it about fifty years ago. Then it had four five times the land thirty acres at least. One could have made something out of it then a small park, or at all events shrubberies, and rebuilt the house farther away from the road. What's the good of taking it in hand now?
Moseley rambled through the rooms, indulging in a flowing monologue which was as independent of an audience as a summer brook. Mr. Meech sought a secluded spot under the stairway and nervously practised the wedding service, while Mrs.
I’m racking my brains and can’t think who. But I can tell you it was not Dmitri Karamazov, and that’s all I can tell you, and that’s enough, enough, leave me alone.... Exile me, punish me, but don’t bother me any more. I’ll say no more. Call your witnesses!” Mitya uttered his sudden monologue as though he were determined to be absolutely silent for the future.
However, this was esteemed "old fogy-ism" by the younger men like Serviss, who alluded to "the days of the professional monologue" with smiling contempt. Conversation with them was a means of diversion, not of enlightenment as to any special subject. Into these circles a thorough-going spiritualist never penetrated.
As though to turn the subject, she indicated a buckboard which was coming down an intersecting by-road at crazy speed. "Why are they driving so fast?" The Goodyear driver turned with the familiarity of a country henchman. "That's the doctor's rig from Las Olivas," he said, "and he's sure going some!" Followed a monologue on the doctor and his habits.
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