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My thoughts are fixed on eternity." A long lean man, with all his limbs rambling no way to reduce him to compass, unless you could double him like a pocket rule with his arms spread, he'd lie on the bed of Ware like a cross on a Good Friday bun standing still, he is a pilaster without a base he appears rolled out or run up against a wall so thin that his front face is but the moiety of a profile if he stands cross-legged, he looks like a Caduceus, and put him in a fencing attitude, you would take him for a piece of chevaux-de-frise to make any use of him, it must be as a spontoon or a fishing-rod when his wife's by, he follows like a note of admiration see them together, one's a mast and the other all hulk she's a dome, and he's built together like a glass-house when they part, you wonder to see the steeple separate from the chancel, and were they to embrace, he must hang round her neck like a skein of thread on a lace-maker's bolster to sing her praise, you should choose a rondeau; and to celebrate him, you must write all Alexandrines.
After examining all the letters closely, Rondeau came to the conclusion that the right one wasn’t there, and he thought, "Well, Leffie’ll be glad, and marster’ll be sorry, and hang me if I ain’t sorry too, for marster’s a plaguey fine chap, and desarves anybody there is in Kentucky." Meanwhile Dr.
In that fact lies the explanation of the absolute necessity for artistic conventions. That is why it is easier to write good verse than good prose, why it is more difficult to write good blank verse than good rhyming couplets. That is the explanation of the sonnet, the ballade, and the rondeau; severe limitations concentrate and intensify the artist's energies.
"No, sir, not but a little," said Rondeau; "but I know this hand write, I reckon." In a twinkling, he was in the street. "This is a fine morning," thought he. "I’ve got the right letter this time, so I won’t hurry home, for marster ain’t goin’ to find any fault if I don’t git thar till noon."
"And mind, you are to see nothing and hear nothing of what goes on in the next room," said the taller of the two strangers; "and when we go there'll be another couple of louis for you. Is that understood?" "Yes! it's understood," grunted Rondeau sullenly; "but I am running great risks. The citizen-deputy sometimes returns at ten o'clock, but sometimes at nine.... I never know."
From the first he had felt great contempt for the old house, its master, servants and all; and had come to the conclusion that "they were of no ’count anyhow." This opinion would doubtless have been reserved for Leffie’s ear had not affairs taken so unexpected a turn. Now, however, Rondeau felt at liberty to express his mind so freely that Ike considered it his duty to resent the insult.
Lacey, "I do not wish to ride, but I want you to go to the post office and back immediately; remember now, and not stop to gossip." "Certainly not," said the negro. "When marster’s in a hurry, Rondeau is never foolin’ away time." "And don’t stop more than an hour in the kitchen to talk to Leffie. Do you understand?" continued the doctor.
Rondeau, it was apparent, had no stomach for Bryce's style of combat. He wanted a rough-and-tumble fight and kept rushing, hoping to clinch; if he could but get his great hands on Bryce, he would wrestle him down, climb him, and finish the fight in jig-time.
"See to it, Rondeau, that they do not leave until I give the word. Understand? Cardigan's woods-boss will call you up and ask you to send a switch-engine tip to snake them out late this afternoon or to- morrow afternoon. Tell him the switch-engine is in the shop for repairs or is busy at other work anything that will stall him off and delay delivery."
"Senor de Rey is right in that," said the little lawyer emphatically. "The organist played the other day the whole of the drinking song and the waltz from the same opera, and afterward a rondeau from the 'Grande Duchesse."
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