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Updated: May 25, 2025
People have been talkin' so much about you for the last six months that nearly everybody calls you by your first name, and Jim Crouch's wife is so taken with it that she has made up her mind to call her baby Kenneth, that is, providing nature does the right thing. Next week some time, ain't it, Doc?"
My lady is pretty sure to know about the child, for she knows all that goes on among her tenants, and I remember hearing that a little gentleman and his nurse had come to Mr. Crouch's to lodge for six months." Miss Grizzel listened attentively. "Thank you, Dorcas," she said, when the old servant had left off speaking. "You have behaved with your usual discretion.
At that moment she was in the dangerous mood when a woman of her type will give herself to almost any distraction which promises a possible adventure, or which holds any food for her almost starving vanity. Her love or was it really lust for Rupert Louth still ravaged her. The thought of "the Crouch's" triumph still persecuted her mind.
Crouch's Memoirs: "Many songs in this piece so perfectly resemble in poetic beauty those which adorn The Duenna, that they declare themselves to be the offspring of the same muse." I know not how far this conjecture may be founded, but there are four pretty lines which I remember in this opera, and which, it may be asserted without hesitation, Sheridan never wrote.
Whenever they were at a loss whenever the path turned or divided, they heard his clear, sweet call; and, without the least misgiving, they followed it, till at last it brought them out upon the high-road, a stone's throw from Farmer Crouch's gate. "I know the way now, good cuckoo," exclaimed Phil. "I can go home alone now, if your aunt will be vexed with you."
"Give it back to me!" she implored, like a bereft child. "Oh, give it to me!" "Why do you want to kill yourself?" She looked at him in dumb despair. "How did you get here?" he demanded. "Your fire escape." "And to that from the garden wall, I suppose? So you were Ely Crouch's companion," he cried with a changed voice. "Don't," she shuddered, throwing her right arm over her face.
Whenever they were at a loss whenever the path turned or divided, they heard his clear, sweet call; and, without the least misgiving, they followed it, till at last it brought them out upon the high-road, a stone's throw from Farmer Crouch's gate. "I know the way now, good cuckoo," exclaimed Phil. "I can go home alone now, if your aunt will be vexed with you."
"That is what he told Miss Griselda, and she never thought to ask him more. But I'll tell you how we could get to hear more about him, I think, ma'am. From what Miss Griselda says, I believe he is staying at Mr. Crouch's farm, and that, you know, ma'am, belongs to my Lady Lavander, though it is a good way from Merrybrow Hall.
My lady is pretty sure to know about the child, for she knows all that goes on among her tenants, and I remember hearing that a little gentleman and his nurse had come to Mr. Crouch's to lodge for six months." Miss Grizzel listened attentively. "Thank you, Dorcas," she said, when the old servant had left off speaking. "You have behaved with your usual discretion.
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