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But it was a mercy that Jill had Derek. . . . Jill was thinking of Derek, too. Panic had fled, and a curious exhilaration had seized upon her. If Derek wanted her now, it would be because his love was the strongest thing in the world. She would come to him like the beggar-maid to Cophetua. Uncle Chris broke the silence with a cough. At the sound of it, Jill smiled again.
I had a dreadful nightmare last night didn't I, Peppino? in consequence. About the Brunnhilde tableaux, I thought Peppino would be Siegfried and perhaps you could learn just fifteen or twenty bars of the music and play it while the curtain was up. You can play the same over again if it is encored. Then how about King Cophetua and the beggar-maid.
It was Mrs. Scully who served it out to him; and do you know what they are saying? that it is all your fault that Olive did not marry Kilcarney. 'My fault? 'Your fault, because you gave the part of the beggar-maid to Violet, and if Olive had played the beggar-maid and hadn't married Kilcarney, the fault would have been laid at your door just the same.
It would be King Cophetua and the beggar-maid reversed. Clerks at one hundred and fifty dollars a month were not supposed to aspire to only daughters of bonanza kings in the circle from which Faraday had come. So he visited the Ryans, assuring himself that he was a friend of the family, who would dance at Miss Genevieve's wedding with the lightest of hearts.
I'm the little beggar-maid who awakens to find her self in the castle. Do you suppose there's a fairy godmother somewhere? And a prince?" And Cornelius Allendyce who had never read a fairy story in his life, let alone acted one, laughed with her. "Yes, this is another chapter in your story." "Oh, and don't you wish we could just peek to the end and see how it all turns out? But that isn't fair.
She held up her small forefinger and shook it at him. "If ever there was an artful little minx," she said, "that Beggar-maid was one. I never believed in her. I doubted her before I was twelve. With her eyes cast down and her sly tricks! She did not cast them down for nothing. She did it because she had long eyelashes, and it was becoming.
From one such at last, in spite of everything with pleasure to Carl, old Rosenmold was visible the attic windows of the Residence, the storks on the chimneys, the green copper roofs baking in the long, dry German summer. The homeliness of true old Germany! He too felt it, and yearned towards his home. And the "beggar-maid" was there.
The beggar-maid becomes a queen." "You can see now why I can't offer her just youth and a fighting spirit." "I wonder if Dalton knows." "I don't believe he does," Randy said slowly. "I give him credit for that." "He might have heard " "I doubt it. He hasn't mingled much, you know." "It will be rather a joke on him " "To find that he has married Mademoiselle Midas?"
I should like to feel that I was so good and clever that I was helping the man to be better and cleverer even than he was before." "I should like all my happiness and all my interest to centre in that one particular man," said Felicia; "and to feel that he was a fairy prince, and that I was a poor beggar-maid, who possessed nothing but his love." "Oh! I shouldn't.
Wilt thou die of the bitter fire, or wilt thou turn beggar-maid? The sleep that charity lends to its couch shall rest thee; the draught a child brings shall slake thy thirst; the food pity offers shall strengthen and renew.
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