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Updated: May 28, 2025
"Don't make yourself unhappy; we are quite accustomed to their idiosyncrasies by this time; you, of course, have yet much to learn. But, when I tell you that, to my certain knowledge, they have bid each other an eternal adieu every week during the past three years, you will have your first lesson in the art of understanding them." "Ah! you give me hope," says Portia, smiling. At this moment Mr.
At least, scrambling back to solid ground again, she told Portia that she wanted to pay back to her the cost of her education, as well as that could be calculated, and of her trousseau. Portia's negative of this proposition was as keen and straight as a knife-edge. The thing wasn't to be discussed; not to be considered for an instant.
And it was also true that her mother, and for that matter, Portia herself had spoiled her a lot had run about doing little things for her, come in and shut down her windows in the morning, and opened the register, and on any sort of excuse, on a Saturday morning, for example, had brought her her breakfast on a tray.
"Time, the subtle thief of youth," is stealing from him his best years; his life is going, and with it all chance of joy and gladness. Ever since that memorable evening in the garden, after the ball, a strange reserve has arisen between him and Portia.
And now began this important trial. Portia looked around her, and she saw the merciless Jew; and she saw Bassanio, but he knew her not in her disguise. He was standing beside Antonio, in an agony of distress and fear for his friend.
Now now that you know him when you have been beneath the same roof with him for some months, how is it with you? You feel that he is innocent?" There is a terrible amount of almost agonized earnestness in her tone. "How you catechise one," says Portia, with a painfully bald attempt at indifference that does not impose upon the slowly awakening suspicions of the other for one instant.
"Ladies and gentlemen!" called the chairman of the committee, "I beg of you to be lenient. Mademoiselle Folly thanks you but she cannot whistle any more tonight she says " he cleared his throat, "to thank you to tell you her lips and her heart are too much puckered up!" I think of all her audience perhaps the Portia Person was the happiest and the proudest. She took him absolutely by surprise.
She couldn't herself quite see how a sensible girl like Portia could have done anything so reckless as to marry a romantic young Italian pianist, ten years at least her junior. It couldn't be denied that the experiment seemed to have worked well so far. Portia certainly seemed happy enough last night; contented. There was a sort of glow about her there never was before.
"For even small mercies we should be thankful," says Roger. "Who is Julia?" asks Portia, idly. "'Who is Julia? What is she That all our swains commend her? Holy, fair, and wise is she, The heavens such grace " "Oh, that will do," says Dicky Browne, turning impatiently to Roger, who has just delivered himself of the above stanza.
She yawned again, turned to Portia, and, somewhat to their surprise, said: "Yes, what do you mean the real Rodney Aldrich? He looked real enough to me. And his arm felt real the one he was going to punch the conductor with." "I didn't mean he was imaginary," Portia explained.
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