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Otway, "I should never have thought Rose would become the heroine of a Romeo and Juliet affair! They both seem to me so very young. Luckily there's no hurry. It looks as if this war was going to be a long, long war " and he had shaken his head very mournfully. Poor Dr. Haworth!
It was nice of Murray to say it. But she was not in the least in love with Murray. He was too old. And Maxwell was too old. Anne's dreams of romance had to do with glorified youth. She wanted a young Romeo shouting his passion to the stars! She packed her bag, however, in high anticipation. Maxwell was a splendid playmate, and she thought of his farm as flowing with milk and honey!
When the tidings reached her, she at first gave way to rage against Romeo, who had slain her dear cousin: she called him a beautiful tyrant, a fiend angelical, a ravenous dove, a lamb with a wolf's nature, a serpent-heart hid with a flowering face, and other like contradictory names, which denoted the struggles in her mind between her love and her resentment: but in the end love got the mastery, and the tears which she shed for grief that Romeo had slain her cousin, turned to drops of joy that her husband lived whom Tybalt would have slain.
Pointed dialogues about yesterday's eggs and the toughness of Saturday's meat are conducted fortissimo between cheerful youths in the road and satirical young women in print dresses, who come out of their kitchen doors on to little balconies. The whole thing has a pleasing Romeo and Juliet touch. Romeo rattles up in his cart. 'Sixty-four! he cries.
All eyes are turned on the rich man and yet forget him for her, the beautiful. Life's best blessings await her; her thoughts soar upwards, her mind aspires; her future is happiness! These were the thoughts of the many and amongst the many there was one who saw her as Romeo saw Juliet, as Adam saw Eve in the garden of Paradise. That one was Oluf, the handsomest young man, but poor as Agda was rich.
'Ah! that Meyerbeer, monsieur, the overture of "Struensee," that funereal strain, and then that peasant dance, so full of dash and colour; and then the mournful burden which returns, the duo of the violoncellos. Ah! monsieur, the violoncellos, the violoncellos! 'And Berlioz, madame, the festival air in "Romeo." Oh! the solo of the clarionets, the beloved women, with the harp accompaniment!
"Yes?" said Priscilla. He began to laugh quietly. "You see, it turned out that he was expected to marry the old maid of the family Lady Priscilla. Naturally he kicked at that." Priscilla bent sharply over Romeo, and began to examine one of his huge paws. Her face was a vivid scarlet. "It wasn't surprising, was it?" said Carfax, tossing another pebble into the stream.
"No, when I came down." "I didn't." "I hope nobody else saw it," said Raffles devoutly. "I don't say that Romeo and Juliet were brother and sister to us. But you might have said so, Bunny!" He was staring at the carpet with as wry a face as lover ever wore. "An old flame?" said I, gently. "A married woman," he groaned. "So I gathered." "But she always was one, Bunny," said he, ruefully.
I spoke on't to Josiah, but he sez: "The widder Montague; I don't remember her. Is she any relation of old Ike Montague of North Loontown?" But I sez: "She wuzn't a widder for any length of time. She died of love and so did her pardner, Romeo Montague." "Well," said Josiah, "that shows they wuz both sap heads.
These had told how first she had raved and clung to him, and called him 'Romeo, 'Sweet Sir Romeo, 'Husband, and many flower-like names, and had petted him and wooed him to come back. Then on a sudden she had cried, God-a-mercy how cold thou art! and looked at him long and strangely. Then had she grown stern, and anon soft. 'Canst thou not come back, my love? Then must I follow thee.
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