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She endeavored to raise enemies against me, and fought against me herself. She was at once Armida and Clorinda. It can not be denied that Madame de Staël is a very distinguished woman. She will go down to posterity. At the time of the Concordat, against which Madame de Staël was violently inflamed, she united at once against me the aristocrats and the republicans.

Mistress Clorinda dropped her hand and left laughing. "'Tis true," she said, "it is not; but for this one time, Anne, thou lookest almost a woman." "'Tis not beauty alone that makes womanhood," said Anne, her head on her breast again. "In some book I have read that that it is mostly pain. I am woman enough for that." "You have read you have read," quoted Clorinda.

"Oh! to be a woman," Clorinda murmured. "To be a woman at last. All other things I have been, and have been called 'Huntress, 'Goddess, 'Beauty, 'Empress, 'Conqueror, but never 'Woman. And had our paths not crossed, I think I never could have known what 'twas to be one, for to be a woman one must close with the man who is one's mate.

"Yes," said Dolf, fearing she would go off in a long digression and lose sight of the all-important topic, "dey is refreshin'; as preserves is to de taste so is meetin's to de spirit soothin', yer know." "Jis' so," said Clorinda. "Wal, yer was comin' home," suggested Dolf. "Yes; two or tree on 'em came with me to de gate and dar dey left me.

You are right; my brain is weak, and I but that that gentleman who so loved you " "Which?" said Clorinda, with a brief scornful laugh. "The one who was so handsome with the fair locks and the gallant air " "The one you fell in love with and stared at through the window," said Clorinda, with her brief laugh again. "John Oxon! He has victims enough, forsooth, to have spared such an one as you are."

His countenance changed so that it seemed almost, for a second, to lose some of its colour. He stooped and picked the rose up and held it in his hand. But Mistress Clorinda was looking at my Lord of Dunstanwolde, who was moving through the crowd to greet her. She gave him a brilliant smile, and from her lustrous eyes surely there passed something which lit a fire of hope in his.

I feel cheered up you always cheer people up, Aunt Emmy. How grey it is outdoors. I do hope we'll have snow soon. Wouldn't it be jolly to have a white Christmas? We always have such faded brown Decembers." Clorinda lived just across the road from Aunt Emmy in a tiny white house behind some huge willows.

She threw her frail arms round her sister's neck, and as Clorinda clasped her own, breathing gaspingly, they swayed together. "What did you then?" the duchess cried, in a wild whisper. "I prayed God keep me sane and knelt and looked below. I thrust it back the dead hand, saying aloud, 'Swoon you must not, swoon you must not, swoon you shall not God help!

To Mistress Clorinda the frightened creature had seemed a strange thing in her shy fearfulness, and she had for an hour amused herself and then suddenly been vaguely moved, and from that time had been friends with her. "Perhaps I had no heart then, or 'twas not awake," said her ladyship. "I was but a fierce, selfish thing, like a young she-wolf. Is a young she-wolf honest?" with a half-laugh.

Poor, neglected young female, with every guileless maiden instinct withered at birth, she had need of some tender dreams to dwell upon, though Fate herself seemed to have decreed that they must be no more than visions. It was, in sooth, always the beauteous Clorinda about whose charms she builded her romances.

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