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The Accusing Spirit, which flew up to heaven's chancery with the oath, blush'd as he gave it in; and the Recording Angel, as he wrote it down, dropp'd a tear upon the word, and blotted it out for ever. My uncle Toby went to his bureau, put his purse into his breeches pocket, and having ordered the corporal to go early in the morning for a physician, he went to bed, and fell asleep.
I will not go to Brussels, replied I, interrupting myself. But my imagination went on, I recalled her looks at that crisis of our separation, when neither of us had power to say adieu! I look'd at the picture she had tied in a black riband about my neck, and blush'd as I look'd at it. I would have given the world to have kiss'd it, but was ashamed.
This was the first hint the baron had ever given him of the discovery he had made of his sentiments, and it so much the more surprized him that he was told by another what he was not certain of himself: he knew indeed the society of that young lady gave him infinite satisfaction, and that he was restless when absent from her; but these words, and the air with which they were spoke, shewed him more of his own heart than he had before examined into; he blush'd excessively, and made no answer; on which, you have no cause, resumed the baron, to be asham'd of the passion you are inspired with, nor troubled at my discovery of it: I assure you I have seen it a long time; and tho' you never honoured me with your confidence in that point, have taken all opportunities of doing justice to your merit in the conversations I have had with mademoiselle, who I had the satisfaction to find was not displeased with what I said upon that head; and I flatter myself with having a good account of the progress you have made at my return.
I blush'd in my turn; but from what movements, I leave to the few who feel, to analyze. Excuse me, Madame, replied I, I treated him most unkindly; and from no provocations. 'Tis impossible, said the lady. My God! cried the monk, with a warmth of asseveration which seem'd not to belong to him the fault was in me, and in the indiscretion of my zeal.
"'I restore, says my master, 'the garment I've worn, And I claim of the Princess to don it in turn; For its stains and its rents she should prize it the more, Since by shame 'tis unsullied, though crimson'd with gore." Then deep blush'd the Princess yet kiss'd she and press'd The blood-spotted robes to her lips and her breast.
Tell me, said he, my Bellemante, Will you be kind to your Charmante? I blush'd, and veil'd my wishing Eyes, And answer'd only with my Sighs. Cou'd I a better way my Love impart? And without speaking, tell him all my Heart. Char. Bell. 'Tis yours for ought I know. Char. Away, my Name was put here for a blind. What Rhiming Fop have you been clubbing Wit withal? Bell. Ah! mon Dieu! Charmante jealous?
Then she kissed him for that song, and sang: Once to be beautiful was my pride, And I blush'd in love with my own bright brow: Once, when a wooer was by my side, I worshipp'd the object that had his vow: Different, different, different now, Different now is my beauty to me: Different, different, different now! For I prize it alone because prized by thee.
Any way, he pull'd up short midway on the slope, scratched his head, and thunder'd "What a good lass!" Joan, some paces ahead, turn'd at this and smil'd: whereat, having no idea he'd spoken above a whisper, Billy blush'd red as any peony. 'Twas but a short half hour when, the mare being saddled and Billy fed, we took our leave of Joan.
In five or six minutes I felt slightly the end of her second finger and presently it was laid flat with the other, and she continued rubbing in that way round and round for a good while; it then came into my head, that I should fall in love I blush'd when I saw how white a hand she had I shall never, an' please your honour, behold another hand so white whilst I live
Arm! arm! it is it is the cannon's opening roar! . . . . . . "Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blush'd at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden parting, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated; who could guess If ever more should meet those mutual eyes, Since upon night so sweet such awful morn could rise!
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