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In the meantime Romeo made his way to the fair lady, and told her in sweet words that he loved her, and kissed her. Just then her mother sent for her, and then Romeo found out that the lady on whom he had set his heart's hopes was Juliet, the daughter of Lord Capulet, his sworn foe. So he went away, sorrowing indeed, but loving her none the less.

Once outside, he ran toward home like a hunted wild animal, hoping with all his heart that Juliet was still asleep. It was probable, for more than once she had slept on the sofa all night. But the kindly fate that had hitherto guided him suddenly failed him now.

"Would my knowing alter the main facts?" he asked dryly. "Well, no, I can't say it would," Juliet Bingham replied with an air of candor. "And, as you say, perhaps it's just as well," she added with an air of relief. Langbourne had not said it, but he acquiesced with a faint sigh, and absently took the hand of farewell which Juliet Bingham gave him.

The silvery moonlight, struggling through the swaying branches of a tree outside the window, drifted doubtfully into the room, and made a parody of that fleecy veil which erewhile had floated about the lissome form of the lovely Capulet. That he loved her, and must tell her that he loved her, was a foregone conclusion; but how should he contrive to see Juliet again?

Juliet rose and followed her to the garret-room with the dormer window, in which Ruth slept. "Will you please get into bed as fast as you can," she said, "and when you knock on the floor I will come and take away your clothes and get them dried. Please to wrap this new blanket round you, lest the cold sheets should give you a chill. They are well aired, though.

You can close that shutter over the window too if you like only nobody can look in at it without getting a ladder, and there isn't one about the place. I don't believe any one knows of this room but myself." Juliet was too miserable to be frightened at the look of it which was wretched enough. She promised not to leave the house, and Dorothy went.

I slipped in the park and nearly sprained my ankle just not quite," said Juliet. "And Mr. Green very kindly helped me into shelter before the storm broke." "Did he?" said the squire and looked at Green searchingly. "Well, Mr. Green, you'd better stay and dine as you are here." "You're very kind," Dick said. "I don't know whether I ought. I'm not dressed."

When supper was ready I proudly led her to the dining-room, casting a look of triumph at Juliet and Anna, and feeling, it may be, a trifle above grandmother, who said, "Don't be troublesome, child." How grateful I was when Emma answered for me, "She doesn't trouble me in the least; I am very fond of children."

Hornby's artless repetition of her phrase had produced. "I think the feminine expression is more epigrammatic and comprehensive. But to return to the object of Dr. Jervis's visit. Would you let him have the 'Thumbograph, aunt, to show to Dr. Thorndyke?" "Oh, my dear Juliet," replied Mrs. Hornby, "I would do anything anything to help our poor boy.

"Who is this, Lord Caranby?" "Senora Gredos." "Maraquito!" cried Juliet, starting back with an indignant look. "I never expected to meet that woman " "You call me that?" cried Maraquito, flashing, up into a passion. "I am the woman Cuthbert loves." "He does not. He loves me. You, so old and " "Old!" shrieked Maraquito, snatching off her hat and cap. "I am young and much more beautiful than you.

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