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'Precisely; and if he is yours too we shall be both of a mind, for the first time in our lives. 'He is not my choice, sir. This lady has a prior claim: I renounce him. 'And I renounce him, said Marionetta. Scythrop knew not what to do.
Marionetta listened in silent submission, but when Scythrop entered, and threw himself at her feet in a paroxysm of grief, she threw her arms round his neck, and burst into tears. Scythrop snatched from its repository his ancestor's skull, filled it with Madeira, and presenting himself before Mr.
The door silently opened, and a ghastly figure, shrouded in white drapery, with the semblance of a bloody turban on its head, entered and stalked slowly up the apartment. Mr Flosky, familiar as he was with ghosts, was not prepared for this apparition, and made the best of his way out at the opposite door. Mrs Hilary and Marionetta followed, screaming.
Each stood a few moments fixed in their respective places the lady in astonishment, and the gentleman in confusion. Marionetta was the first to break silence. 'For heaven's sake, said she, 'my dear Scythrop, what is the matter? 'For heaven's sake, indeed! said Scythrop, springing from the table; 'for your sake, Marionetta, and you are my heaven, distraction is the matter.
Mr Glowry, who took the Madeira to be some deadly brewage, gave the required promise in dismal panic. Scythrop returned to Marionetta with a joyful heart, and drank the Madeira by the way. Mr Glowry, during his residence in London, had come to an agreement with his friend Mr Toobad, that a match between Scythrop and Mr Toobad's daughter would be a very desirable occurrence.
Marionetta felt secure of Scythrop's heart; and notwithstanding the difficulties that surrounded her, she could not debar herself from the pleasure of tormenting her lover, whom she kept in a perpetual fever.
The crisis of my fate is come: the world is a stage, and my direction is exit. 'Do not talk so, sir; do not talk so, Scythrop. What would you have? 'I would have my love. 'And pray, sir, who is your love? 'Celinda Marionetta either both. 'Both!
Mr. and Mrs. Hilary brought with them an orphan niece, Miss Marionetta Celestina O'Carroll, a blooming and accomplished young lady, who exhibited in her own character all the diversities of an April sky. Her hair was light brown, her eyes hazel, her features regular, and her person surpassingly graceful.
Scythrop grew every day more reserved, mysterious, and distrait; and gradually lengthened the duration of his diurnal seclusions in his tower. Marionetta thought she perceived in all this very manifest symptoms of a warm love cooling.
When he had nearly reached the door, Marionetta said, 'Farewell. Scythrop looked back. 'Farewell, Scythrop, she repeated, 'you will never see me again. 'Never see you again, Marionetta? 'I shall go from hence to-morrow, perhaps to-day; and before we meet again, one of us will be married, and we might as well be dead, you know, Scythrop.
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