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Then, passing his hand over his marble brow, the old look of stern fixedness of purpose and unflinching severity would straighten the lines of his mouth, and he would mutter, half to himself, "S'death!" "Come with me to Heavystone Grange. The Exmoor hounds throw off to- morrow. I'll give you a mount," he said, as he amused himself by rolling up a silver candlestick between his fingers.
He laughed on a high, fierce note. "You have spoke his sentence, girl! D'ye think I'd take you so at second hand? Oh, s'death! What d'ye deem me?" He laughed again in his throat now, a quivering; half-sobbing laugh of anger and crossed to the door, her eyes following him, terrified; her mind understanding nothing of this savage. He turned the key, and flung wide the door with a violent gesture.
After this, several persons seemed to address to this great man, of all sorts and conditions, from the Prince to the peasant, with whom he seemed to discourse with great confidence and affability; they offered him the League, which he took and signed, and gave them back; they attend him to the door with great joy and respect; but as soon as he was gone, they laughed and pointed at him; at which the Prince infinitely incensed, rose, and cried out, "What means all this; s'death, am I become the scorn and mockery of the crowd?"
For the Sheriff was exceeding wroth when he heard that the impudent fellow had attempted my child in the prison, and cried out in a rage, "S'death, and 'ouns, I'll mend thy coaxing!" Whereupon he gave him a sound thrashing with a dog-whip he held in his hand, to make sure that she should be at peace from him. But, alas! the new constable was even worse than the old, as will be shown hereafter.
Bezers was close to us at the time. "S'death!" he cried, swearing oaths which even his sovereign could scarce have equalled. "They will snatch him from me yet, the hell-hounds!" He whirled his horse round and spurred him in a dozen bounds to the stairs at our end of the gallery.
Dennis was the inventor of that improvement, I know not; but is certain that, being once at a tragedy of a new author, he fell into a great passion at hearing some, and cried, "S'death! that is my thunder." See D'Israeli's Calamities of Authors, i. 135, for an amplification of this story. Sir James Mackintosh thought Cumberland was meant. I am now satisfied that it was Arthur Murphy.
'Because, quoth my great grandmother, repeating the words again 'you have little or no nose, Sir. S'death! cried my great-grandfather, clapping his hand upon his nose, 'tis not so small as that comes to; 'tis a full inch longer than my father's.
Then, passing his hand over his marble brow, the old look of stern fixedness of purpose and unflinching severity would straighten the lines of his mouth, and he would mutter, half to himself, "S'death!" "Come with me to Heavystone Grange. The Exmoor Hounds throw off to-morrow. I'll give you a mount," he said, as he amused himself by rolling up a silver candlestick between his fingers.
Among our body count we the versatile and talented Ugolino; the justly celebrated Rodolpho; the gifted and accomplished Roderigo; the management have spared neither pains nor expense " "S'death! What can ye do? Curb thy prating tongue."
In her haste and agitation she had stumbled on alighting and would have fallen but for a man who caught her. "S'death madam, are you hurt?" she heard him say. "No, no. For Heaven's sake don't stay me. I'm in great danger. I'm running from an enemy. Oh, let me go let me go!" "But you're wounded. See." Blood was on her arm. A drop or two had fallen on the man's ruffles.
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