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Dryden's, which he himself, in his preface, seems to brag of, and indeed is a good play. 18th January, 1668. He is fond of this image. In the "Maiden Queen" Celadon tells Sabina that, when he is with her rival Florimel, his heart is still her prisoner, "it only draws a longer chain after it."
"I will take her away," she said. "Do not expose her to your servants. Lady Lossie, my Lord Liftore is the father of this child: and if you can marry him after the way you have seen him use its mother, you are not too good for him, and I will trouble myself no more about you." "I know the author of this calumny!" cried Florimel, panting and flushed.
He's not a bad fellow though he does belong to the genus irritabile. I will go about it this very day." "You'll not find him, I'm sorry to say. There's a note I had from him yesterday. And the picture's quite unfit to be seen utterly ruined. But I can't think how you could miss it!" "To tell you the truth, Florimel, I had a bit of a scrimmage after you left me in the studio."
"You must have taken some one else for her. She never left the studio all the time I was there." "It was immediately after her arrival, my lady. She went in about two minutes after your ladyship, and could not have had much more than time to go upstairs when I saw her come to the window. I felt bound to tell your ladyship." "Thank you, Malcolm," returned Florimel kindly.
Hence his reception of it was with uproarious laughter, in which all his visitors joined. "Damn the old windbag!" said the marquis. "Damn the knife that made the mischief," said Lady Florimel.
Florimel succeeded so far in reassuring her friend as to the safety if not sanity of her groom, that she made no objection to yet another reading from "St Ronan's Well" upon which occasion an incident occurred that did far more to reassure her than all the attestations of his mistress.
Lady Clementina was but a few years older than Florimel, it is true, but had shown a courage which had already wrought her an unquestionable influence, and that chiefly with the best. The root of this courage was compassion.
He had indeed, he confessed and felt absolutely virtuous in doing so, because here he spoke a fact heard from his aunt that Florimel was to be there that morning for the last time: it was therefore his only chance; but he had expected to be there hours before she was out of bed.
"Next time you see Mr Graham," she said, "give him my compliments, and ask him if I can be of any service to him." "I'll do that, my lady. I am sure he will take it very kindly." Florimel made no answer, and Malcolm went to find the painter.
The innocent nature of the girl had begun to recoil from what she saw in the woman of the world, and yet she had in herself worldliness enough to render her fully susceptible of her influences. Notwithstanding her fine health and natural spirits, Florimel had begun to know what it is to wake suddenly of a morning between three and four, and lie for a long weary time, sleepless.
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