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Sons wished their fathers dead, that they might come to the inheritance; family love lay prostrate. The earth was wet with slaughter, and the gods abandoned it, one by one, till Astraea alone was left, and finally she also took her departure. After leaving earth, she was placed among the stars, where she became the constellation Virgo the Virgin.
It was easy to be seen that the tracing of the money would go far to solve the mystery; and accordingly there was a strict search made in Lindsay's lodgings, as well as in Effie's private repositories at home. We need not say with what effect, where the money was over the Border and away. It was thus in all views more a case for Astraea than common heads; but then she had gone to heaven.
HOMEWARE: It is reported of an ancient folk Which worshipped idols, that upon a day Their idol pitched before them on the floor ASTRAEA: Was ever so ridiculous a tale! HOMEWARE To call the attendant fires to account Their elders forthwith sat... ASTRAEA: Is there no prayer Will move you, uncle Homeware? HOMEWARE: God-daughter, This gentleman for you I have proposed As husband.
HOMEWARE: Surely the old fox, In all I have read, is wiser than the young: And if there is a game for fox to play, Old fox plays cunningest. ASTRAEA: Why fox? Oh! uncle, You make my heart beat with your mystery; I never did love riddles. Why sit they Awaiting me, and looking terrible?
Could I but quench the fire, I might conceal The youthfulness offending you so much. ASTRAEA: I wish you would. I wish it earnestly. ARDEN: Impossible. I burn. ASTRAEA: You should not burn. ARDEN 'Tis more than I. 'Tis fire. It masters will. You would not say I should not' if you knew fire. It seizes. It devours. ASTRAEA: Dry wood. ARDEN: Cold wit! How cold you can be!
Fling off a kid glove after a round of calls; feel your hand there you have me now that I am out of him for my half a day, if for as long. ASTRAEA: This is one of the world's happy marriages! LYRA: This is one of the world's choice dishes! And I have it planted under my nostrils eternally. Spare me the mention of Pluriel until he appears; that's too certain this very day.
ASTRAEA: He loves me: he has never understood. He loves me as a creature of the flock; A little whiter than some others. Yes; He loves me, as men love; not to uplift; Not to have faith in; not to spiritualize. For him I am a woman and a widow One of the flock, unmarked save by a brand. He said it! You confess it! You have learnt To share his error, erring fatally.
Lord Byron, Goethe, Schiller, Walter Scott, Hugo, Lamartine, Crabbe, Moore, the great works of the 17th and 18th centuries, history, drama, and fiction, from Astraea to Manon Lescaut, from Montaigne's Essays to Diderot, from the Fabliaux to the Nouvelle Heloise, in short, the thought of three lands crowded with confused images that girlish head, august in its cold guilelessness, its native chastity, but from which there sprang full-armed, brilliant, sincere, and strong, an overwhelming admiration for genius.
Sometimes I am afraid to think of what I was, lest I should suddenly romp, and perform pirouettes and cry 'Carnation! There is the bell. We must not be late when the professor condescends to sit for meals. LYRA: That rings healthily in the professor. ASTRAEA: Arm in arm, my Lyra. LYRA: No Pluriel yet! ASTRAEA: Pardon me if I do not hear you well. ARDEN: I will not even think you barbarous.
ARDEN: Frankly, sir, I wish you to know me better; and I think I can bear inspection. Astraea sent me to hear the reasons why she refuses me a hearing. HOMEWARE: Her reason, I repeat, is this; to her idea, a second wedlock is unholy. Further, it passes me to explain. The young lady lands us where we were at the beginning; such must have been her humorous intention. ARDEN: What can I do?
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