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Emilia took his arm, and as they were passing through the hall of entrance they met the same gentleman who had directed them to the spot of quiet. Both she and Sir Purcell heard him say to a companion: "There she is." A deep glow covered Emilia's face. "Do they know you?" asked Sir Purcell. "No," she said: and then he turned, but the couple had gone on. "That deserves chastisement," he muttered.
Still, frank as she was and blunt as she affected to be, she could not bring her tongue to speak of Wilfrid. If she had fancied any sensitive shuddering from the name and the subject to exist, she would have struck boldly, being capable of cruelty and, where she was permitted to see a weakness, rather fond of striking deep. A belief in the existence of Emilia's courage touched her to compassion.
Sir Purcell murmured hurriedly in Emilia's ear, "Have you considered what you've been saying?" "Yes, yes. It is only a journey," Emilia replied, in a like tone. "A journey!" "My father wishes it." "Your mother?" "Hush! I intend to make him take the Madre with me." She designated Mr. Pericles, who had poured into a small liqueur glass some green Chartreuse, smelling strong of pines.
It was half in good-humour, all through. Part of their fun!" Clearly Emilia's conception of the recent fray was unchangeable. "And the place for girls is at home; that's certain," he added. "I should always like to be where..." Her voice flowed on with singular gravity to that stop. Wilfrid's hand travelled mechanically to his pricking cheek-bone.
Emilia's was held as a great blunder, for she was said to have an eye devoted to temporal advantages, also volatile, yet of great determination, triumphing over every obstacle, and in much danger of self-deception. "The triumph at least is true," said Anna, "now she has her way about the nursing." "Has she? I did not know it."
Emilia's pleasantness and her story moved the queen and all the rest to laugh and applaud the rare conceit of this new-fangled crusader.
While he thus prosecuted his travels by anticipation, and indulged himself in all the insolence of hope, at the turning of a lane he was all of a sudden overtaken by Emilia's brother on horseback, who told him he was riding the same way, and should be glad of his company.
Marter, in seeking to propitiate Emilia's reason to comprehend the position rightly; and could add little more to the fact he had spoken, than that his father had other views, which it would require time to combat. Emilia listened attentively, replying with a flying glance to the squeeze of his hand. He was astonished to see her so little disconcerted. But now the gradual fall of Mr.
But my father and I will be content with the Queen Emilia's simple word." As I began this answer I saw the Princess turn away, dropping her hands. At its conclusion she turned again, but yet irresolutely. "We will find something less than the Queen Emilia's word to content you, my friend," her brother promised, eyeing me and breathing hard. "Where is the crown, Stephanu?"
If it be a morbid suspicion, having no ground in fact, a mental obsession, then Iago becomes abnormal and consequently more or less irresponsible. But this suggestion of Emilia's faithlessness made in the early part of the play is never followed up by the dramatist, and the spectator is left in complete uncertainty as to whether there be any truth or not in Iago's suspicion.
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