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It only means washing and beer and the English papers, when you've done with them, and meat on Sundays. A smile, too, when I'm tired, and a word of thanks after seventy miles in the rain with a head wind." "It might cover a multitude of sins, Norval." Here I saved a dog's life and passed two wagons before their drivers had had time to inspire the horses with the terror they felt themselves.
I wonder what penalty there is for those who carelessly destroy our hopes and blot out all possibilities of love from us? What would you say, Ross Norval, if you knew that the last kiss I ever gave to any man was given you that cold, dark day they buried my father?
"And that such a thing should come to pass, as Ross Norval in love with his own wife, is beyond belief after making love to everybody else's!" "That's it! He was always the darling of fortune: the choicest fruit always dropped his side the wall." But Ross, as he held her in that "tight hold" which was so much admired by his partners, said only, "Percy! Percy! I do not know you at all.
"The next time we go to the play, please, brother Jack, pinch us when we ought to cry, or give us a nudge when it is right to laugh." "I wish we could have had the fight," said General Lambert, "the fight between little Norval and the gigantic Norwegian that would have been rare sport: and you should write, Jack, and suggest it to Mr. Rich, the manager."
More thousands than Benedict ever dreamed of. Have you done your duty, Robert Belcher? Ay, ay, sir! I believe you. Did you turn his head? No, sir. I believe you; it is well! I have spent money for him first and last, a great deal of money for him; and any man or woman who disputes me is a liar a base, malignant liar! Who is still master of the situation? Whose name is Norval?
These put some heart into me. Many a time as a schoolboy I had proudly declaimed the passage from John Home's tragedy, "My Name is Norval." Again I stood upon "the Grampian hills." The committee was escorting Miss Couzins down the aisle. When she came within the radius of my poor vision I saw that she was a beauty and dressed to kill. That was reassurance.
Clear, blue eyes hers, and a small merry mouth, and a skin after the sun's own heart. It was so brown such an even, delicate brown. Brown cheeks and temples, brown arms and hands, brown throat. Oh, very picturesque. I rounded up the cow errant, returned to my lady, and took my seat by her side. "Thank you," she said. "And now, who are you and what do you want?" "My name," said I, "is Norval.
Consequently, though he made quite a companion of the fine bright boy, and was delighted to see him so fond of reading his fairy-books, and was never tired of hearing him say my name is Norval, or hearing him sing his songs about Young May Moons is beaming love, and When he as adores thee has left but the name, and that; still he kept the command over the child, and the child was a child, and it's to be wished more of 'em was.
But the prince will inhabit a distant quarter the Rue Blanche. Who will inform him of my secret? One of my old friends, M. Norval you, sir and this dear girl," pointing to Mother Bunch, "on whose discretion I can depend as on your own, will be my only confidants. My secret will then be quite safe. Besides, we will talk further on this subject to-morrow.
Having already a retentive memory, I was set to learn sundry "recitations," and every now and then was called upon to emerge from behind the dining-room curtains and repeat "My Name is Norval" or "The Spanish Armada," for the delectation of my father's friends whilst they lingered over their wine.
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