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Updated: May 21, 2025
"Why, the bear, your Reverence, the bear, holy Father, who attacked your worshipful person while you were meditating on the top of yonder mountain." "Ah!" said the holy Father, lying down again. "Chut, child! I would be at peace."
And then beneath, where the grass almost hides it, the line: I have followed my Star to the last. You do not know what that line means; I will tell you. Once, when we were first married, he wrote me some verses, and he called them, 'My Star, Lucile. Here is a verse ah, why do you not smile, when I say I will tell you what he wrote? Chut! Women such as I have memories sometimes.
The little maid smiled, and her lovely mistress said to her, "I should like to see you in my place." Then the maid laughed, saying "Be quiet, Madame, he is there." "Who?" "Your husband." "Which?" "The real one." "Chut!" said Madame. And her maid told her the whole story, wishing to keep her favour and the 12,000 crowns as well. "Oh well, he shall have his money's worth.
The lad's cut to a dot for a grocer, and what more nicer than having your own shop and your own name over the door, if you plaze Peter Quilliam, tay and sugar merchant! they're telling me John will be riding in his carriage and pair soon." "Chut! your grannie and your carriage and pairs," shouted a rasping voice at last. It was Black Tom. "Who says the fortune is belonging to the lad at all?
'Chut! I exclaimed contemptuously, affecting a confidence I was far from feeling. 'A little while back that might have availed you. But we are in Blois, not Paris. It is not far to the Loire, and you have to deal with a man now, not with a woman. It is you who have cause to tremble, not I. 'You think to be protected, he answered with a sour smile, 'even on this side of the Loire, I see.
"By my troth," cried one of these young servitors, pushing from him the dice with which himself and his companion had sought to beguile their leisure, "this is but dull work! and the best part of the day is gone. Our lady is late." "And I have donned my new velvet mantle," replied the other, compassionately eyeing his finery. "Chut, Giacomo," said his comrade, yawning; "a truce with thy conceit.
If he is the sensible, practical man I take him to be, he will get back his estates and the very best little wife that ever was wed into the bargain; and my girl will be a marchioness, and in time a duchess. But stay what is that I heard up at Lone about the young marquis and a handsome shepherdess? Chut! what is that to us? That is probably a slander.
The color was fast passing from her lips, and a mortal pallor settling there in the stead of that rich, bright hue, once warm as the scarlet heart of the pomegranate. Her head leaned back on Cecil's breast and she felt the great burning tears fall, one by one, upon her brow as he hung speechless over her; she put her hand upward and touched his eyes softly. "Chut! What is it to die just to die?
'Chut! she exclaimed, cutting me short before I could get farther, as the way of women is. And then she added, in a changed tone, and very abruptly, 'You have a velvet knot of mine, sir. Give it me. 'It is in my room, I answered, astonished beyond measure at this sudden change of subject, and equally sudden demand. 'Then fetch it, sir, if you please, she replied, her eyes flashing afresh.
Peter was just about to say something polite and pleasant when from just back of him there sounded a loud, very emphatic, "Chut! Chut!" Peter whirled about to find another old friend. It was Chut-Chut the Yellow-breasted Chat, the largest of the Warbler family. He was so much bigger than Mummer that it was hard to believe that they were own cousins.
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