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"Oh! quite properly," returned Wilhelm Schwab, taking Schmucke's quaint inquiry for a gibe, of which that perfect Christian was quite incapable. "Come, gentlemen, take your places!" called Pons, looking round at his little army, as the stage manager's bell rang for the overture. The piece was a dramatized fairy tale, a pantomime called The Devil's Betrothed, which ran for two hundred nights.
I love my very self ridiculous as you may think it for being Miss Boyce of Mellor!" "Don't say things like that, please!" he interrupted; "I think I have not deserved them." His tone made her repent her gibe. "No, indeed, you have been most kind to me," she cried. "I don't know how it is. I am bitter and personal in a moment when I don't mean to be. Yes! you are quite right. I am proud of it all.
The embroidered fool's cap was supposed to typify the gibe, and to remind the arrogant priest that a Brutus, as in the olden time, might be found lurking in the costume of the fool. However witty or appropriate the invention, the livery had an immense success. According to agreement, the nobles who had dined with the treasurer ordered it for all their servants.
"Oh! quite properly," returned Wilhelm Schwab, taking Schmucke's quaint inquiry for a gibe, of which that perfect Christian was quite incapable. "Come, gentlemen, take your places!" called Pons, looking round at his little army, as the stage manager's bell rang for the overture. The piece was a dramatized fairy tale, a pantomime called The Devil's Betrothed, which ran for two hundred nights.
I puts nuthin' thar 'thout his knowin' it. I ain't a fox, nur a mink, nur su'thin wild, ter go skulkin' 'bout on the sly." Then he pressed hastily on out of temptation's way. "Haw! haw! haw!" laughed the man in the mist. There was no mirth in the tones now; his laugh was a bitter gibe.
"Agility of finger equals softening of the brain" was a frequent gibe of Krafft's; and now and then, at the close of a hard day's work, Maurice believed that the saying contained a grain of truth. Opening both halves of his window, he would lean out on the sill, too tired for connected thought.
Yet before many minutes were over the firing had died away, save here and there a scattering exception, although peremptory orders were even given to secure its renewal. In spite of everything the men began to mingle and to exchange story for story, gibe for gibe, coffee for corn-beer, and when night fell there can have been few men in either army but believed the fighting was over.
'No, I do not think you wish to disoblige me, he answered, laughing scornfully and a dozen voices echoed the gibe. 'But for your private motives, the devil take them! Is that plain enough, sir? 'It is plain enough to show me that you are an ill-bred man! I answered, choler getting the better of me. 'Let me pass, sir.
"To-morrow we'll start our private butchery," he had said, and grinned. But even that gibe hinted at a recklessness that matched her own and gave her comfort now. De Launay, coming into the glittering new town utterly unprepared for the change that had taken place, had felt the environment strike him like a blow.
I notice, by the way, that you even begin to gibe at the scenery and suggest that it is not beautiful because it is too pretty, which is a mere paradox, and of course absurd. Why do you keep howling against melodrama and musical comedy? "Above all, what grounds have you for supposing that we can have, or ought to have, a drama based upon true observation of life?
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