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"Ramon loves yoh so moch," he pleaded, and smiled to himself when he saw her turn toward toward him again. The love-talk that was what a woman likes best to hear! "Yoh say yoh lov' Ramon jus' little bit!" "I not say now. When I say I be sure I say truth." "All right, then I be sad till yoh lov' me. Yoh maybe be happy, yoh know Ramon's got heavy heart for yoh."
"Eh?" cried the Viscount, starting up very suddenly, "what? never lov oh, Gad, Beverley! what the deuce should make you think that?" "Clemency!" said Barnabas. The Viscount stared, opened his mouth, shut it, ran his fingers through his hair, and fell flat upon his pillows again. "So now," said Barnabas the persistent, "now you know why I am so anxious to meet Jasper Gaunt."
She dipity sher'ff, an' we'n we com' on dem hoss', Sam she git to fink 'bout he's wife an' kids. He don' fink 'bout dem mooch only w'en he git dronk, or git scairt. Den he lov' 'em lak' hell, an' he grab de beeg belly-ache, so dey don' got for feel sorry 'bout heem gittin' keel."
Then, sir, you tooke up a Spitt. Lov. A Spitt? Grimes. Yes, sir, and broacht one of the wenches out. Lov. How? Grimes. Lov. What? thy nose int? Grimes. Had I been there it had been at your service. Lov. Thanke thee; thou shouldst have lost nothing by it. Grimes. Lov. Ist possible I could doe this? Grimes. This, sir? Why you kickd one flat-nosd wench that snuffled, and swore she was a puritan.
Oh, but shee Is the true image not of what I am But what I was, when like the spring I wore My virgin roses on my cheeks. Lov. Madam, you seeme Lady. Angry at your impertinency; learne manners, leave me. Lov. She has coniurd downe my spirit: these are immodest devills that make modest ladyes become strickers . Ile out oth storme, take shelter in the cellar. Ma. Madam, your daughter Lady.
"You promise priest for making us marriage," she reiterated coldly, as if she meant to force his real self into the open. "You promise you put ring of gold for wedding on my finger, like white woman's got." Ramon's laugh was not pleasant. "Yoh theenk marry squaw?" he sneered. "Luck Leen'sey, he don't marry yoh. Why yoh theenk I marry yoh? You be good, Ramon lov' yoh.
What vapor which the flattring sunn Exhales to heaven as to create a starr, Yet throwst, a fading meteor, to the earth, Has falne like me? Divinity, that tells Us there are soules in women, Ile no more Credit thy dubious Theorems nor thinke Thy lawes astring us to preserve our faith. Enter Lovell. Lov.
Said no mat-ter how I'd fall en, He from sin would set me free. "Does, oh, does he love so dear ly? Tell me more of him," I cried. Soon I felt my sins for-giv en; Thro' his grace I'll meet you there, Some one rep-re-sent-ing Je sus, And I turned thee not a way. Bring-ing lov ing in vi ta tion From their lives of sin and shame.
The good woman then withdrew, having once more enjoined the daughter to avoid delay, and not to detain the messenger. "You must go instantly," she said to Connor. "Oh, what would happen me if they knew that I lov that I " a short pause ensued, and she blushed deeply.
But in the shadow hate blazed unseen from her eyes. She did not speak, and so he went back to his first charge. "All this don't tell me moch," he complained. "Yoh lov' him, maybe? That's what I ask." "Wagalexa Conka my brother, my father, my friend," she replied calmly, and let him interpret it as he would. "He treats yoh like a dog. He crazee 'bout that Jean.
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