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Updated: May 22, 2025
Though it was all said with the utmost delicacy, I found nothing in this first conjugal love-speech which responded to the feelings in my soul, and I remained pensive after replying that I was animated by the same sentiments.
The sweetness of a love-speech would not have been sweeter to her than this proof of civilized chivalry in Nevil. They came to the fir-heights overlooking Bevisham.
Thinking this might be something purposely dropped, she took possession of it; but a glance subsequently showed her that the writing was too fervid for a female hand. "Or does the girl write in that way?" she thought. She soon decided that it was Wilfrid who had undone her work in the line of thirsty love-speech.
Rather a long speech at such a moment, an older woman would have thought, and not over original in choice of similes and epithets, but fluent enough and good enough to serve the purpose and to turn the current of Beatrice's girlish life. Yet not much of a love-speech. Ruggiero's had been better, as a little true steel is better than much iron at certain moments in life.
Stukely said to me in his love-speech, "Time has not gathered the roses from your cheeks, though often washed them." I had heard of Time as the thinner of people's hair, but never as the washer of their faces. Sunday, July 31st. Went to church, to St. Sidwell's.... We had another good sermon; that preacher must be a good man, and I should like to know him....
She replied: 'My lover! So their first love-speech was interchanged with Italian simplicity, and made a divine circle about them in the storm. Luciano returned to his party to inform them that they held the key of the emergency. 'Stick fast, he said. 'None of you move. Whoever takes the first step takes the false step; I see that. 'We have no arms, Luciano. 'We have the people behind us.
She soon decided that it was Wilfrid who had undone her work in the line of thirsty love-speech. "How can a little fool read them and not believe any lie that he may tell!" she cried to herself. She chose to say contemptuously: "It's like a child proclaiming he is hungry." That it was couched in bad taste she positively conceived taking the paper up again and again to correct her memory.
The sweetness of a love-speech would not have been sweeter to her than this proof of civilized chivalry in Nevil. They came to the fir-heights overlooking Bevisham.
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