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Launce there was no definite attempt at either one thing or the other she was so busily engaged in the matter in hand, so absorbed and interested, that the things that her face might be doing never occurred to her. Her hair was drawn back and parted down the middle. She liked to wear little straw coal-scuttle bonnets; she was very fond of blue silk, and her frocks had an inclination to trail.
It is patent, for example, that the same comedian must have created Launce in Two Gentlemen of Verona and Launcelot Gobbo in the Merchant of Venice; the low comic hit of one production was bodily repeated in the next. It is almost as obvious that the parts of Mercutio and Gratiano must have been intrusted to the same performer; both characters seem made to fit the same histrionic temperament.
"He was present I am certain of it when the sailor was thrown into the sea. For all I know, he may have been the man who did it." Natalie started back in horror. "Oh, Launce! Launce! that is too bad. You may not like Richard you may treat Richard as your enemy. But to say such a horrible thing of him as that It's not generous. It's not like you." "If you had seen him, you would have said it too.
Some other place? How easy to find it on land! How apparently impossible at sea! Was there any disposable inclosed space to be found amidships? On the other side was the steward's store-room. Launce considered for a moment. The steward's store-room was just the thing! "Where are you going?" asked Natalie, as her lover made straight for a closed door at the lower extremity of the main cabin.
The beadle anticipates something out of the common in the shape of a fee. The clerk takes his place. The clergyman opens his book. The formalities have been observed; his duty lies plainly before him. Attention, Launcelot! Courage, Natalie! The service begins. Launce casts a last furtive look round the church. Will Sir Joseph Graybrooke start up and stop it from one of the empty pews?
The conspiracy, in brief, was arranged in all its details. Nothing was now wanting but the consent of the young lady; obtaining which, Launce would go to the parish church and give the necessary notice of a marriage by banns on the next day. There was the plot. What did the ladies think of it? Lady Winwood thought it perfect. Natalie was not so easily satisfied.
"If you make a point of it, Richard, of course it's understood between us." Launce looked at Natalie, as weak Sir Joseph consented in those words. "What did I tell you?" he whispered. Natalie hung her head in silence. There was a pause in the conversation on deck. The two gentlemen walked away slowly toward the forward part of the vessel. Launce pursued his advantage.
Launce, in obedience to a sign from Natalie, volunteered to find the music-books. It is needless to add that he pitched on the wrong volume at starting. As he lifted it from the piano to take it back to the stand, there dropped out from between the leaves a printed letter, looking like a circular. One of the young ladies took it up, and ran her eye over it, with a start.
He came in, with his stiffly-upright shirt collar and his loosely-fitting glossy black clothes. He made his sullen and clumsy bow to Lady Winwood. Lord Winwood's daughters were persons of some celebrity in the world of amateur music. Noticing the look that Turlington cast at Launce, Lady Winwood whispered to Miss Lavinia who instantly asked the young ladies to sing.
He found employment there, too, in cutting out extracts from newspapers, labelling library books, and packing parcels, and sometimes also, it must be owned, in drawing caricatures of the figures he spied through the chinks of the door. Launce. It is no matter if the ty'd were lost, for it is the unkindest ty'd that ever man ty'd. Panthino. What's the unkindest ty'd? Launce.
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