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You want to take my girl from me. I can lick you, and I'm going to do it." I was bigger than Tell, and he knew my strength. "I wish to goodness you would," I said. "I'd rather be licked than to have a girl I don't care for always smiling at me." Tell's face fell, and he grinned sheepishly. "Don't you really care for Lettie, Phil? She says you like Bess Anderson."
You have tunnelled the cliffs of Lucerne by Tell's chapel; you have destroyed the Clarens shore of the Lake of Geneva; there is not a quiet valley in England that you have not filled with bellowing fire; there is no particle left of English land which you have not trampled coal ashes into nor any foreign city in which the spread of your presence is not marked among its fair old streets and happy gardens by a consuming white leprosy of new hotels and perfumers' shops: the Alps themselves, which your own poets used to love so reverently, you look upon as soaped poles in a bear- garden, which you set yourselves to climb and slide down again, with "shrieks of delight."
He has even, in the fullness of his heart, offered to give up the school-house to them; though it would leave him once more adrift in the wide world. Hermione. Pray you sit by us, And tell's a tale. Mamilius. Merry or sad shall't be? Hermione. As merry as you will. Mamilius. A sad tale's best for winter. I have one of sprites and goblins. Hermione. Let's have that, sir. Winter's Tale.
I have an idea that she may have gone to Switzerland on her way home, and charmed by its scenery, or forced by her weak condition, has remained there. Stay here for a week with your friend, and perhaps some word will come." "No, Auntie," said Quincy, "Tom and I will run over to Vienna, and if we don't find her we will push on to William Tell's republic.
The empty scene remains open for some time, showing the rays of the sun rising over the glaciers. Court before TELL'S house. TELL with an axe. HEDWIG engaged in her domestic duties. WALTER and WILHELM in the background playing with a little cross-bow. With his cross-bow and his quiver The huntsman speeds his way, Over mountain, dale, and river At the dawning of the day.
Here, in the market-place, is a tower said to be built on the spot where the linden tree stood, under which the child of Tell was placed, while, about a hundred yards distant, is a fountain with Tell's statue, on the spot from whence he shot the apple. If these localities are correct, he must indeed have been master of the cross-bow.
Named after Pontius Pilate, you know, that shot the apple off of William Tell's head. Guide-book tells all about it, they say. I didn't read it an American told me. I don't read when I'm knocking around like this, having a good time. Did you ever see the chapel where William Tell used to preach?" "I did not know he ever preached there." "Oh, yes, he did. That American told me so.
Walter went with him, with his chin in the air. A howl of dismay went up from the crowd as they saw Friesshardt raise his pike and bring it down with all his force on Tell's head. The sound of the blow went echoing through the meadow and up the hills and down the valleys. "Ow!" cried Tell. "Now," thought the crowd, "things must begin to get exciting."
It is useless to point to Tell's lime-tree, standing to-day in the centre of the market-place at Altdorf, or to quote for our confusion his crossbow preserved in the arsenal at Zurich, as unimpeachable witnesses to the truth of the story. It is in vain that we are told, "The bricks are alive to this day to testify to it; therefore, deny it not."
He was a dull man, Tammas, who could not read the meaning of a sign, and labored under a perpetual disability of speech; but love was eyes to him that day, and a mouth. "Is't as bad as yir lookin', doctor? tell's the truth; wull Annie no come through?" and Tammas looked MacLure straight in the face, who never flinched his duty or said smooth things.
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