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So in dashed Adela and Rosalind to their mother's room full of excitement with the news that Cousin Nuttie was gone off by the train, because her aunt was very ill indeed. 'Gone, Adela? are you sure? Really gone? 'Oh yes, mamma! The dogcart was coming round, and she said she wanted to catch the 10.05 train, and was very sorry she had not time to write a note to you. 'Was there a letter?
If lovers were not necessary for the development of poet, novelist, and actress, why have they always had lovers Sappho, George Eliot, George Sand, Rachel, Sara? Mrs. Kendal nurses children all day and strives to play Rosalind at night. What infatuation, what ridiculous endeavour!
Have I really been in Arden, or have I dreamed these things, looking into Rosalind's eyes? It matters little whether I have travelled or dreamed; where Rosalind is, there, for me at least, lies the Forest of Arden. Where should this music be? i' the air, or th' earth? It sounds no more: and, sure, it waits upon Some god o' the island. An Undiscovered Island
"I like Mr. Allan because he talks to us as if we were grown up," Belle whispered to Rosalind. "There is more than you would think, till you try." Maurice answered. "I think so. Uncle Allan," said Rosalind. "I shouldn't have had this good time and learned to know all of you, if father had not gone with Cousin Louis.
Celia complimented her cousin on this good, fortune which had happened to the duke, Rosalind's father, and wished her joy very sincerely, though she herself was no longer heir to the dukedom, but by this restoration which her father had made, Rosalind was now the heir, so completely was the love of these two cousins unmixed with anything of jealousy or of envy.
He had recently arrived at the dignity of long trousers, being tall for his age, and Jack had immediately nicknamed him "the professor." "Now, boys, that is enough," Rosalind said, with decision; "Maurice is waked up, I think." "Am I awake, or not?" Maurice demanded of the struggling Jack, as he held him down and sat upon him. "Mercy, yes!" Jack cried, freeing himself with a mighty effort.
As they sat there, throwing stones in the water and writing in the sand, Rosalind heard a great deal about school, which would close next week, how the girls had rushed to the window to see her and had lost their recess, and how Belle had been sent to the office, besides, for making chalk dishes. It was all very amusing, but she could not understand why the girls wanted to see her.
But while love was thus stealing into the hearts of Aliena and Oliver, he was no less busy with Ganymede, who, hearing of the danger Orlando had been in, and that he was wounded by the lioness, fainted; and when he recovered he pretended that he had counterfeited the swoon in the imaginary character of Rosalind, and Ganymede said to Oliver: "Tell your brother Orlando how well I counterfeited a swoon."
"I hope Cousin Betty will be satisfied now," he remarked. Celia looked down at the quaint old ring. "How much it seems to stand for!" she said. "Rosalind will be glad," she added. "Do you know, I did not realize how bitter and unhappy I was until I met her one day in the cemetery. Her eyes were so sweet, they made me ashamed." "She told me about it," Allan answered. "Not about the rose?
Perhaps new life was coming into the land. Rosalind began to run. She had thrown off the town and her father and mother as a runner might throw off a heavy and unnecessary garment. She wished also to throw off the garments that stood between her body and nudity. She wanted to be naked, new born. Two miles out of town a bridge crossed Willow Creek.
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