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He glowered down upon her with flushed face and angry eyes; but she was quite unmoved by his outburst, and still met his gaze steadily, almost reflectingly. "A fortnight ago I should have asked myself that question and as angrily as you; but I can't now. It has gone too far." "Gone too far! You mean " "That I have grown to love him so much, so dearly, that life without him "
By the way, Ah-mo, who is the present chief of this magic circle? or is it not known to the uninitiated?" "It is known to all who care to know," replied the girl, proudly, "for his name is Pontiac, and it is his own mark, which no other may use, that encloses the all-seeing eye of the Metai on your son's arm." "Whew-w-w," whistled the major, reflectingly.
"Excellent well," replied Hamlet, turning to Juliet; "a most estimable young person, the daughter of my father's chamberlain. She is rather given to singing ballads of an elegiac nature," added the prince, reflectingly, "but our madcap Romeo will cure her of that. Methinks I see them now" "Oh, where, my lord?"
"It's always been my luck," she went on reflectingly, "that when what I wanted to happen did happen, I never could take advantage of it. It was just like that to-night, when you handed me out the bill of fare, and I ordered beefsteak. And it was like that when when he came along I didn't do what I thought I was going to do. It's terrible to fall in love, isn't it? I mean the real thing.
"Well," rejoins the gaucho, reflectingly, "I think I know of a place where we may manage it. There's a ford which can't be very far from this; but whether it's above or below, for the life of me I can't tell, everything's so changed by that detestable tormenta, and the ugly coat of plaster it has laid over the plain!
"But he cannot take her, for we have not money enough to pay the priest." Czipra picked out the largest of the silver coins and gave it to the gypsy woman. The latter blessed her for it. "May God reward you with a handsome bridegroom, true in love till death!" Then she shuffled on her way from the house. Czipra reflectingly hummed to herself the refrain: "A gypsy woman was my mother."
"To begin with," said the beautiful girl, slowly and reflectingly, "you are dreadfully cynical: you hardly believe in anything at all, and you've utterly no faith in us poor women." The feeble smile that had hitherto kindled the features of Mr. Sapling into a ray of chastened imbecility, was distorted in an effort at cynicism.
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