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Chatting, we had circled about to the conservatory. A number of couples were there and, through the palms, I saw Elaine and Mephisto laughingly make their way. As my spotted domino partner and I swung around again, I happened to catch another glimpse of the gray friar. He was not dancing, but walking, or rather stalking, about the edge of the room, gazing about as if searching for some one.
They were still howling about Margharita in long sustained cadences. And Spencer knew his Faust. It was to the moon that the lovesick maiden confided her dreams, and Mephisto was at hand to jog the elbow of his bewitched philosopher at exactly the right moment. Spencer threw his cigar into the gurgling rivulet of the Inn.
The traveling dens were placed in the 'tween decks, which is not a pleasant place to be when the ship is tossing about, and I was surprised the second day out to find the woman who had tried to purchase Mephisto standing in front of his cage in that smelly place, talking to the bear as if it were a child.
Forth he chants his prayers, loudly yelling, or muttering low, as the ghastly scene before him vanishes in smoke and darkness, or glows out again in fearful distinctness. Every one shrieks, cries, prays, swears, raves. No; not every one! There, on the barricade, his logs doubled up Turk-fashion, sits a young painter with Mephisto beard and grey eyes.
Disraeli, not satisfied with playing the part of Mephisto and tempting men to their ruin, but thirsting for a wider experience, turns Faustus himself and sells his soul for a price. He knows that everything in life is sold nothing is given gratis we pay for knowledge with tears; for love with pain; for life with death. He haggles and barters with Fate, and pays the penalty because he must.
But certainly he dropped a word about loose books." "Of course he did." "Well! and ain't they?" "Ain't they!" cried the other with fury. "Here, you young shaver, bring the candle out here. Ain't they? No they ain't and and the . Look here!" mephisto. "'Mend your Ways, a tract." brutus. "I'll break his head instead." mephisto. "'Narrative of Mr. James the Missionary." brutus.
Warmell here disappears from mortal view, like one of those stage trapdoor vanishings of Mephisto only Mephisto usually comes back, but Warmell never did. Reynolds was very happy at Hudson's studio. He was only seventeen years old when he arrived there, fresh from the country.
I suppose he 'roasted' Gugley, or whatever his name is. Ah, here it is." And he read on the proof: "The revival of an ancient burlesque on 'Faust' at the Theatre last night was without any noteworthy feature save the pitiful performance of the part of Mephisto by a doleful gentleman named Thomas Mogley, who showed not the faintest of humour and who was tremendously guyed by a turbulent audience.
But he forgot that Mephisto is a sly and subtle devil. He caricatured him. He made him a buffoon and repulsive. Such extravagance could not have imposed upon Faust or Martha; yet we all agreed that it was very fine, and amiably applauded what no opera-goer of sense could seriously approve.
Won't you take pity on a poor landsman and talk to him?" "But that's reversing our positions!" she protested, sitting down, nevertheless, to my great satisfaction. "It was you who were to be the entertainer! Is our Mephisto abroad yet?" she asked, in a lower tone. "I, too, am feeling his fascination I long for another glimpse of him."
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