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"The baby figure of the giant mass Of things to come." Troilus and Cressida.
His aunt's restless and aggrieved glance kept flecking him from the side, but the two were as motionless as the bouledogue, standing there on his bench legs and surveying his travelling basket with loathing. They were waiting, in constrained immobility, for Cressida to descend and reanimate them, will them to do or to be something.
Another Bohemian, who did engraving on glass, had a room with her, and when he came home perhaps he could tell where Bouchalka was, for they were friends. It took us several days to run Bouchalka down, but when we did find him Cressida promptly busied herself in his behalf.
"I do not know," he said, extending his hand, "what made me so rude this afternoon. I am a bear of a fellow, but I had meant to treat you well." He had fully recovered his composure, but his evident desire to efface the impression he had made naturally rendered it more lasting in Helen's mind. A BOND OF AIR. Troilus and Cressida; i. 3.
The crisis in this growing estrangement came about by accident, one of those chance occurrences that affect our lives more than years of ordered effort, and it came in an inverted form of a situation old to comedy. Cressida had been on the road for several weeks; singing in Minneapolis, Cleveland, St. Paul, then up into Canada and back to Boston.
This is the pettiest Low-borne Lasse, that ever, Ran on the greene-sord: Nothing she do's or seemes," where "seems" is changed to "says," by striking out all but the first and last letters, and writing ay in the margin. In a passage given from "Troilus and Cressida," Act V. Sc. 2, we have this line: "Good traders in the flesh, set this in your painted cloathes,"
One April day when we were driving in the Park, Cressida, superb in a green-and-primrose costume hurried over from Paris, turned to me smiling and said: "Do you know, this is the first spring I haven't dreaded. It's the first one I've ever really had. Perhaps people never have more than one, whether it comes early or late." She told me that she was overwhelmingly in love.
Hect. Is this Achilles? Achil. I am Achilles. Hect. Stand fair, I pray thee let me look on thee. Troilus and Cressida. It may now be necessary to take a rapid glance at the situation of the whole combat, which had begun to thicken in different parts of the valley.
These spirits are not airy nothings, woven of the unsubstantial gossamer of which dreams are made; they are born of a deep insight into the possibilities of the soul, and a rational faith in their reality. Prospero is as real as Trinculo, and Rosalind as true as Cressida.
The matter with Cressida was, that more than any woman I have ever known, she appealed to the acquisitive instinct in men; but this was not easily said, even in the brutal frankness of a long friendship. We would probably have gone further into the Bouchalka chapter of her life, had not Horace appeared and nervously asked us if we did not wish to take a turn before we went inside.
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