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I would reply to their witticisms in the language of Portia's Prince of Morocco: Mislike me not for my complexion The shadowed livery of the burning sun. One of the stories told me in my childhood by an old negro nurse, was of a poverty stricken little girl "who slept on the floor and was covered with the door," and she once asked "Mamma how do poor folks get along who haven't any door?"
Now as it was utterly impossible for Shylock to cut off the pound of flesh without shedding some of Antonio's blood, this wise discovery of Portia's, that it was flesh and not blood that was named in the bond, saved the life of Antonio; and all admiring the wonderful sagacity of the young counselor, who had so happily thought of this expedient, plaudits resounded from every part of the senate-house; and Gratiano exclaimed, in words which Shylock had used, "O wise and upright judge! mark, Jew, a Daniel is come to judgment!"
I would reply to their witticisms in the language of Portia's Prince of Morocco: Mislike me not for my complexion The shadowed livery of the burning sun. One of the stories told me in my childhood by an old negro nurse, was of a poverty stricken little girl "who slept on the floor and was covered with the door," and she once asked "Mamma how do poor folks get along who haven't any door?"
But for the keystone of the arch, the criminal implication of the plotters themselves, he was indebted to a fit of ill-considered anger and to a chapter of accidents. It was chiefly due to Portia's urgings that Kent took Ormsby into his confidence when the campaign was fairly opened.
Roger and Dulce still high in argument; a faint perfume of cigarettes; Dicky Browne's irrepressible laugh; and then they all come round the corner, and somebody says, "Ah, here she is," and Dicky Browne places a shawl round Portia's shoulders. "You here, Fabian?" says Dulce, gladly. "And making friends with Portia? That's right." "Taking a mean advantage of us all I call it," says Dicky Browne.
Portia's brusk disdain of rhetoric, her habit of reducing questions to their least denominator of common sense, carried a constant and perfectly involuntary criticism of her mother's ampler and more emotional style made her suspect that Portia regarded her as a sentimentalist.
I told him of thy faith in him and of Portia's that he would never prove a recreant to his country of thy instant journey to Palmyra, with purpose to cross the desert thyself and risk all the dangers of Ecbatana to accomplish his deliverance, and of the counsel of Gracchus, which caused thee to make me a substitute. 'Lucius then, he at length said, approaching me, 'is in Palmyra? Is it so?
But Rose's shrinking from a talk with Portia that morning was a mild feeling compared with Portia's dread of the impending talk with Rose. Twice she had walked by the perfect doorway of the McCrea house before she entered it; ostensibly to give herself a little more time to think really, because she shrank from the ordeal that awaited her in there.
"You will remember," the Goldsmith said, "that there is a certain wealthy young lady in it of the name of Portia, whose father so arranged matters in his will that her hand is made a species of prize in a kind of lottery. Three caskets are set out, of which her wooers have each to choose one, and open it. The one who finds Portia's portrait in the casket which he chooses obtains her hand.
They all laugh with him, except, indeed, Portia, who happens to be miles away in thought from them, and does not hear one word of what is being said. "Portia," says Dicky, presently. No answer; Portia's soul is still winging its flight to unseen regions. "Still deaf to my entreaties," says Mr. Browne, eyeing her fixedly.
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