Billy said that my... our... our kisses were terrible if we didn't get married." Bashford's head was swimming. "What else did Billy say?" he asked. "He said that when a woman allowed a man to kiss her, she always married him that it was terrible if she didn't. It was the custom, he said; and I say it is a bad, wicked custom, and I don't like it.
And they're not married yet." "I caught a toper alone, over his magnum of port," said a very dark Shadow; "and didn't I give it him! I made delirium tremens first; and then I settled into a funeral, passing slowly along the length of the opposite wall. I gave him plenty of plumes and mourning coaches.
But he did not mean to let his kindness stop here. The day after the funeral he came to see us, to propose to adopt me. I forgot to say that Aunt Abby was to be married soon and would take little Abby with her; so they were provided for, and the only question was about Nat and me. "Fortunately, dear Nat was in the dining-room and did not see Mr. Maynard when he came.
"Why, take care of them, of course!" The Doctor stirred his tea with an air of helpless bewilderment. He felt that this was all very well as far as it went, and strictly what he meant to do, of course; but it did not go far enough it was no solution of his difficulty. He felt a distinct sense of injury, too. His sister had got married, which was all very well.
In February I resigned, with the purpose of completing my studies, and spent the remainder of the term at the Union Theological Seminary of New York. My regiment would not get another chaplain, so I again returned to it. In November I received a month's leave of absence, and was married to Miss Anna P. Sands, of New York City.
You couldn't be faithful commonly, decently faithful, for one year and I got myself free from you, because I would not be your wife, nor eat your bread, nor touch your hand, if you couldn't love me. Don't say that you ever loved me, except my face. We hadn't been divorced a year when you married again. Don't say that you loved me! You loved your wife your second wife perhaps. I hope so.
She really thought the old fellow ought to be thinking of something that behooved him better than getting married at his time of life. "Now, you see," he said, "I was thinking that you should be my wife!" "No, thank you," said she, "and much obliged for the honor." The squire was not used to being gainsaid, and the more she refused him the more he wanted her.
"Your question is not very civilly put," I said. "However, I excuse you. You are probably not aware that I am a married woman." "What has that got to do with it?" she retorted. "Married or single, it's all one to the Major. That brazen-faced hussy who calls herself Lady Clarinda is married, and she sends him nosegays three times a week! Not that I care, mind you, about the old fool.
"Tell me that you will be tender, affectionate, and kind. Ah, if you knew her, Henrietta! She is an angel." "What is her age?" "Twenty-five." The count read in his daughter's face that she thought his new wife much too young for him; and therefore he added, quickly, "Your mother was two years younger when I married her." That was so; but he forgot that that was twenty years ago.
The King had already been married once, and had by his first wife, seven children, six boys and a girl, whom he loved better than anything else in the world. As he now feared that the step-mother might not treat them well, and even do them some injury, he took them to a lonely castle which stood in the midst of a forest.