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Therwith made I no more adoo, but shot him ful into the throat with my pistol: no more spake he after, so did I shoote him that hee might neuer speak after, or repent him. His body being dead lookd as blacke as a toad: the diuell presently branded it for his owne. This is the fault that hath called me hether.
Faith, no; if you can afford me a Lease of your Love, Till the old Gentleman my Husband depart this wicked World, I'm for the Bargain. Sir Cau. Gay. Unreasonable Julia, is that all, My Love, my Sufferings, and my Vows must hope? L. Ful. Stay, I conjure you stay. Gay. Sir Cau.
And certainly their hopes seem in a fair way of being ful- filled. Already the raging flames that poured forth from the hatches have given place to dense black smoke, and al- though occasionally some fiery streaks dart across the dusky fumes, yet they are instantly extinguished.
The child clung to the big man with both hands and drew him to her saying: "We knew you had a grate ful heart. But you see. . ." and she interrupted herself to ask in an altered voice: "Do you believe in a God? or stay do you know what a sacred oath is? Can you swear solemnly?
Stay why I bought it, Madam L. Ful. Where had you Money, Sir? You see I am No Stranger to your Poverty. Gay. This is strange perhaps it is a secret. L. Ful. Gay. Though I had rather die than be obedient, Because I know you'll hate me when 'tis told. L. Ful. By all my Vows, let it be what it will, It ne'er shall alter me from loving you. Gay.
She continued this habit of forming words analogically. When she had become acquainted with the meaning of the word restless, she seemed to understand that less at the end of a word means without, destitute of, or wanting, as rest-less, fruit-less; also that ful at the end of a word expresses abundance of what is implied by the primitive, as bliss-ful, play-ful.
In a word, Adrienne was the most complete, the most ideal personification of SENSUALITY not of vulgar, ignorant, non intelligent, mistaken sensuousness which is always deceit ful and corrupted by habit or by the necessity for gross and ill-regulated enjoyments, but that exquisite sensuality which is to the senses what intelligence is to the soul.
Oh! that's the business of another day, a mistake only, Madam. L. Ful. Away, I'm asham'd to see wise Men so weak; the Fantoms of the Night, or your own Shadows, the Whimseys of the Brain for want of Rest, or perhaps Bredwel, your Man who being wiser than his Master, play'd you this Trick to fright you both to Bed. Sir Feeb.
Not a word: Heaven be prais'd, she was a silent Devil but she was laid in a Pavilion, all form'd of gilded Clouds, which hung by Geometry, whither I was conveyed, after much Ceremony, and laid in Bed with her; where with much ado, and trembling with my Fears I forc'd my Arms about her. L. Ful. Gay.
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