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He caught at her hand, but she plucked that from him. Mr. Pericles rose, sounding a cynical "Hein!" "Don't touch me," said Emilia. Nothing exasperates certain natures so much as the effort of the visibly weak to intimidate them. "I shall not touch you?" Mr. Pericles sneered. "Zen, why are you here?" "I came to my friend," was Emilia's reply. "Your friend! He is not ze friend of a couac-couac.
He began systematically to account for his acts: but the man was so constituted that as he laid them out for pardon, he himself condemned them most; and looking back at his weakness and double play, he broke through his phrases to cry without premeditation: "Can you have loved me then?" Emilia's cheeks tingled: "Don't speak of that night in Devon," she replied. "Ah!" sighed he.
But neither sugar nor meat approached her. Her seat was under trees, between a man and a woman who slanted from her with hidden chins. The chilly dry leaves began to waken, and the sky showed its grey. Hunger had become as a leaden ball in Emilia's chest. She could have eaten eagerly still, but she had no ravenous images of food. Nevertheless, she determined to beg for bread at a baker's shop.
Hope took the news more patiently than any one, but with deep solicitude. A worldly marriage seemed the natural result of the Ingleside influence, but it had not occurred to anybody that it would come so soon. It had not seemed Emilia's peculiar temptation; and yet nobody could suppose that she looked at John Lambert through any glamour of the affections. Mr.
As he gave the girlish form into arms that shook and trembled beneath its weight, he caught a glimpse in the pier-glass of their two white faces, and then, looking down, saw the rose-tints yet lingering on Emilia's cheek. She, the source of all this woe, looked the only representative of innocence between two guilty things.
Emilia's unhesitating reply confirmed his suspicion. "I am well. I am, I say! And now, understand that, if that's your business, I won't go to the fellow, and I won't see him here. They'll make me out mad, next. He shall never have a guinea from me while I live. No, nor when I die. Not a farthing! Sit down, my dear, and wait for the biscuits. I wish to heaven they'd come.
"Let her suffer!" Emilia's eyes flashed. "Ah!" and Georgiana thought, "Have I come upon your nature at last?" However it might be, Emilia was determined to show it. "She took my lover from me, and I say, let her suffer! I would not hurt her myself I would not lay my finger on her: but she has eyes like blue stones, and such a mouth! I think the Austrian executioner has one like it.
But neither sugar nor meat approached her. Her seat was under trees, between a man and a woman who slanted from her with hidden chins. The chilly dry leaves began to waken, and the sky showed its grey. Hunger had become as a leaden ball in Emilia's chest. She could have eaten eagerly still, but she had no ravenous images of food. Nevertheless, she determined to beg for bread at a baker's shop.
He owned, she had declared her intention to renounce his acquaintance for ever, and, doubtless, she had good reason for so doing; neither would he undertake to promote an accommodation, unless he would give him full power to treat on the score of matrimony, which he supposed would be the only means of evincing his own sincerity, and obtaining Emilia's forgiveness.
"Why," answered I, "I think that your senhor is, for a fair man, the handsomest I ever saw but still the beautiful dark eyes of the Donna Emilia's cavalier are equally prepossessing." "Why, Pedro, you have mistaken the two," said Emilia, "it is Don Perez, the fair one, who is my admirer, and the dark senhor is Don Florez, who is in love with my sister."
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