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Oh, not the original character, but an extraordinary fellow who has earned that name in our neighbourhood since the war." "Was that what he called himself?" O'Farrell turned to Dierdre. I guessed that Puck's public revelations were vengeance upon her for unanswered questions. "He called himself nothing at all," the girl replied. "Ah," said the Préfet, "then he was the Wandering Jew!
He sent me the news, and I have come myself to claim her and take her back." "You can't take me back!" It was Puck's voice, but not as Merryon had ever heard it before. She flashed round like a hunted creature at bay, her eyes blazing a wild defiance into the mocking eyes opposite. "You can't take me back!" she repeated, with quivering insistence. "Our marriage was no marriage!
"Well," said Euchar, "I am sure I shall be very glad indeed, to hear what the piece of good fortune is which is coming to you." "Hear it," cried Ludwig; "learn it understand it! Be amazed at it doubt of it cry out shriek shout! I have got an invitation to the supper and ball to-morrow evening at Countess Walther Puck's! Victorine! Victorine! Sweet, lovely Victorine!"
I never saw anybody but a barber purchase a copy of Puck not any son of Adam reading it outside a "tonsorial parlor." Should the Populists carry the country and barbers be tabooed Puck's mission on earth would be ended unless it could persuade dentists to adopts it as an anaesthetic, and sheriffs to read it to condemned criminals to make them yearn for death.
Allowing a brief pause for this ejaculation to do its work in demoralizing the opposition he proceeded. "Sturgis, you remember 'Midsummer Night's Dream, and how Titania, on the application of Puck's clarifying lotion to her eyes, perceives that in Bottom she has loved an ass. Don't you suppose Titania suffered a good deal from the loss of her ideal?"
It is growing late, and it is not my intention that you should spend another night under his protection." He spoke slowly, with a curious, compelling emphasis, and as if in answer to that compulsion Puck's eyes came back to his. "Oh, no!" she said, in a quick, frightened whisper. "No! I can't! I can't!" Yet she made a movement towards him as if drawn irresistibly.
It was evident that he was summing up Merryon also. The latter waited for him, stiff with hostility, his arms still tightly clasping Puck's slight, cowering form. He spoke as the stranger advanced, in his voice a deep menace like the growl of an angry beast protecting its own. "Who are you? And what do you want?" The stranger's lips parted, showing a gleam of strong white teeth.
Puck's promise kept! the seven-league boots outdone! Upon his son, Charles E. Wise, and his grandson, John Wise, Jr., he bestowed his skill and engrafted his enthusiasm. The latter began his aëronautical career with his teens, and though not yet out of them has made over forty ascensions.
She fled to Merryon in horror, and he and the khitmutgar slew the creature. But Puck's nerves were on edge from that day forward. She went through agonies of cold fear whenever she was left alone, and she feverishly encouraged the subalterns to visit her during her husband's absence on duty.
Puck's characteristics seem to have been derived from the little tract of 'Robin Goodfellow, His Mad Pranks and Merry Jests. Rolfe, in the notes to his edition of the play, says that White argues that this was probably written after "A Midsommer Nights Dreame."
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