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A wise discreet Lady, I'll warrant her; my Lady would prodigally have took it off all. Sir Feeb. Dear's its nown dear Fubs; buss again, buss again, away, away ods bobs, I long for Night look, look, Sir Cautious, what an Eye's there! Sir Cau. Ay, so there is, Brother, and a modest Eye too. Sir Feeb. Adad, I love her more and more, Ralph call old Susan hither come, Mr. Bearjest, put the Glass about.
Read selections from The Pearl and compare with Dear's Lament. What are the personal and the universal interests in each poem? Tell some typical story from the Mabinogion. Where did the Arthurian legends originate, and how did they become known to English readers? What modern writers have used these legends? What fine elements do you find in them that are not found in Anglo-Saxon poetry?
Poor thing, she lifted up her eyes with a way she has, as if looking for something she couldn't find, and she says, as simple as though she was asking about the price of a bed-tick, 'It won't cost more than fifty dollars to bury me, I s'pose? Well, that made me squeamish, for the poor dear's plight came home to me so clear, and she young enough yet to get plenty out of life, if she had the chance.
But the figures of Betty and a maid at the open garden gate, in the breaking darkness, standing there wringing their hands, were too much for his stoicism. Leaping out, he cried: "What is it, woman? Quick!" "Oh, sir! My dear's gone. I left her a moment to get her a cup of tea. And she's run out in the cold!" Winton stood for two seconds as if turned to stone.
At last he was obliged to take his departure, that he might catch the evening coach for London. When the school broke up, I returned to Mr Dear's. He at once questioned me as to my inclinations about a profession; and when I told him that I wished to go to sea, he replied, to my great joy, that he would make arrangements for my sailing in the Phoebe.
He examined them critically, then kissed them uncritically. "They don't look like a washer-woman's hands yet," he said. "No," she said, "not yet. But please say they look less and less like a sculptor's." "Barbara," he said, "they look more and more like a dear's. But tell me, aren't you getting bored with it missing New York things and all and all?" "No," she said stoutly, "I'm not.
He did not say that it was important, too, to give Madame Forsyth ample opportunity to get away from Gray Manor. Robin drew a long breath and relaxed. It had taken so very much courage to run away that she had little left with which to face her new life. Tomorrow it might be easier. Miss Effie Allendyce took her under her wing in a fluttery, mothery sort of a way with a great many "my dear's."
"I I'm not used to sights like this," stammered the scrub-woman, stumbling awkwardly to her feet, and looking as if her few remaining wits had followed the rest on an endless vacation. "I I think I shall have to go home." But she did not move. "The poor dear's young, isn't she?" she presently insinuated, with an odd catch in her voice that gave to the question an air of hesitation and doubt.
So it came that "Johnny Dear's" strictly classical profile looked out from under a girl's fashionable straw sailor hat, to the utter obliteration of his prominent intellectual faculties; the Amplach twins wore bonnets on their ninepins heads, and even an attempt was made to fit a flaxen scalp on the iron-headed Misery.
"For dear's sake, Father Rooney, says my uncle, running in, in a great hurry, 'keep yourself quiet a little; here's the Squire and Mister Francis coming over to fulfil their promise; he would have come up airlier, he says, but that he was away all day at the 'sizes. "'Very well, says the friar, 'let him come who's afeard mind yourself, Michael.
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