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But on reflection the translation is bad 'belle bouche is not 'braying mouth; which reminds me that I must take my departure." "Where are you going, unhappy profaner of ecclesiastical psalmody?" "To see Belle-bouche," sighed Jacques. Sir Asinus tore his hair. "Then I'll go too," he cried. "I've the last horse at the Raleigh," observed Jacques with melancholy pleasure.
"There, now, you are shockingly ignorant; you really don't know what apis means in Sanscrit bah!" "In Sanscrit? True; but in Latin it is " "Bee: I'll help you out." "Very well, you are an Apician, you say: expound." "Why! do I not admire Belle-bouche?" "I believe so." "Pretty mouth that is the translation?" "Yes." "A mouth like Suckling's lady-love's stay, was it Suckling? Yes: Sir John.
"Yes," said Belle-bouche, looking away; for his eyes were fixed upon her with such meaning that she could not return his gaze. "First," said Corydon, sighing, "she should be young that is to say, she should unite the grace and innocence of childhood with the splendor and fascination of the fully-developed woman. This is most often found at seventeen therefore she should be just seventeen."
Belle-bouche quite simply rose, and going to the spinet, sat down and played the prelude. Jacques listened with closed eyes and heaving bosom. "Please hand me the music," said Belle-bouche; "there in the scarlet binding." Jacques started and obeyed. As she received it, the young girl's hand touched his own, and he uttered a sigh which might have melted rocks.
Belle-bouche smiles at this graceful and classic compliment; but strange to say, does not feel disposed to criticise it. Jacques has never seemed to her so intellectual a man, so true a gentleman as at this moment.
"Ah!" said Belle-bouche, as she sat down upon a sofa in the cool pleasant apartment, whose open windows permitted the odors of a thousand flowers to weigh the air down with their fragrance, "what a lovely morning! It is almost wrong to remain in the house." "Let us go forth then, my dear Madam Belle-bouche," said Sir Asinus.
Their little airs of sylvan simplicity were very pretty; and the gallant gentlemen were not backward in their part. They bowed and simpered until they resembled so many supple-jacks, pulled by the finger of a child. "Look," said Jacques to Belle-bouche, and sighing slightly as he gazed upon the fresh beauty of her face; "see those lovers yonder " "Lovers?" said Belle-bouche, smiling.
"Tell me!" he continues, bending toward her, "tell me, if I were to love any one thus say it were yourself tell me, beautiful Belle-bouche! could I hope " "Oh, sir! I cannot now " "Belle-bouche! dearest Belle-bouche! my picture was a reality I love as I have painted and upon my knees " " car chantez, Belle bouche rechignez,"
With a burst of laughter, the steps were raised and placed against the oak. And then Jacques was observed to place his foot upon them, leading by the hand Belle-bouche. Belle-bouche was blushing much more deeply than Philippa; and Jacques was the picture of happiness. Is it too much to suppose that he had this time stolen a march on the inimical fates, and forced Belle-bouche to answer him?
She is clad even more richly than Belle-bouche, for Philippa is an heiress the mistress of untold farms or plantations as they then said; miles of James River "low grounds" and uncounted Africans.
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