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I, a mere Tish, do not deserve the love of a Gy, so brilliant, so learned, so potent as yourself. Yes, I do not deserve that love, for I cannot return it." Zee released my hand, rose to her feet, and turned her face away to hide her emotions; then she glided noiselessly along the room, and paused at the threshold.
A softer voice said, "My brother's friend must be dear to me." And looking up I saw a young Gy, who might be sixteen years old, standing beside the magistrate and gazing at me with a very benignant countenance. I suppose something in my eyes revealed that impression, for her countenance grew yet more benignant.
I longed at all costs to blurt it out and gloat over the effect. And one day at dinner, when we had a lot of visitors, I gave a stupid snigger, looked fiendishly at Zinotchka and said: "'I know. Gy y! I saw! . . . "'What do you know? asked my mother. "I looked still more fiendishly at Zinotchka and Sasha. You ought to have seen how the girl flushed up, and how furious Sasha's eyes were!
Every sensible man knows that it is useless to argue with any ordinary female upon matters he comprehends; but to argue with a Gy seven feet high upon the mysteries of vril, as well argue in a desert, and with a simoon!
Let us now examine some of those appearances, in order to connect them with that general system of moving water which we have been representing as every where modifying the surface of the earth on which we dwell. It is the P. Chrysologue De Gy, who gives the following description. Journal de Physique, Avril 1787.
All we can to is to reason with her, and experience tells us that the whole College of Sages would find it vain to reason with a Gy in a matter that concerns her choice in love.
But when one thinks of a Gy, so learned, so tall, so stately, so much above the standard of the creature we call woman as was Zee, no! even if I had felt no fear of being reduced to a cinder, it is not of her I should have dreamed in that bower so constructed for dreams of poetic love. The automata reappeared, serving one of those delicious liquids which form the innocent wines of the Vril-ya.
"When I went to bed, Zinotchka came into the nursery as usual to find out whether I had dropped asleep without undressing and whether I had said my prayers. I looked at her pretty, happy face and grinned. I was bursting with my secret and itching to let it out. I had to drop a hint and enjoy the effect. "'I know, I said, grinning. 'Gy y. "'What do you know? "'Gy y!
This much only will I answer, and then, I implore you, ask no more. I did once feel the preference you speak of; I did propose, and the Gy would willingly have accepted me, but her parents refused their consent." "Parents! Do you mean seriously to tell me that parents can interfere with the choice of their daughters?" "Indeed they can, and do very often."
She was tall even for a Gy, and I saw her lift up a cannon as easily as I could lift a pocket-pistol.
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