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"Now then, who goes home?" cried the cheerful voice of Mrs Wade, when the sermon was over. "You, Mistress Benold? you, Alice Mount? you, Meg Thurston? You'd best hap your mantle well about your head. Mistress Silverside, this sharp even: yon hood of yours is not so thick, and you are not so young as you were once. Now, Adrian Purcas, thee be off with Johnson and Mount; thou'rt not for my money.
Didst thee not say, 'I'll not leave thee comfortless, I'll come to thee? I know what that means, bless thy name; and the good Spirit has many a time brought me comfort, and cheered my heart. I know thou didst not leave me alone before. No, no! that was far from thee, Lord. Alone! why, thou'rt always here; and now there's the little lass as well.
God send I've not been only dreaming it! For thou see'st she can't rightly understand why thou'rt with Mary, and not with her. Ay, ay! I know why; but a mother only gives up her son's heart inch by inch to his wife, and then she gives it up with a grudge. No, Jem! thou must go with thy mother just now, if ever thou hopest for God's blessing. She's a widow, and has none but thee.
'Twas mirk, mirk night, and the water bright Troubled and drumlie flowed which is evidently Lowland-Scotchy; or as: Foregad, but thou'rt an artful hand! which is English-stagey; or as: which is Anacreontic in the manner of Tom Moore.
The Muse sat still, and played Within her grotto fair, And peevishly surveyed Signor Adonis Goatsfoot there. "Who ever would kiss thee, Thou ugly, dirty dunce? Wouldst thou a gallant be, As Midas was Apollo once? "Speak out, old horned boor What charms canst thou display? Thou'rt swarthy as a Moor, And shaggy as a beast of prey.
Thou'rt Jesus of Nazareth, I deny it not, but the Jesus of Nazareth that I preach is of the spirit and not of the flesh, and it was the spirit and not the flesh that was raised from the dead.
"My name is Audrey," she answered, "and if you eat all of our bread we'll have none for supper." The Governor laughed, and kissed the small dark face. "I'll give thee a gold moidore, instead, my maid. Odso! thou'rt as dark and wild, almost, as was my little Queen of the Saponies that died last year. Hast never been away from the mountains, child?"
"He says it will be perhaps Cipango itself!" "Think of the gold!" "And the dragons!" "Thou'rt a coward. In Cipango the king has his palace roofed and floored with gold." "And the pearls there are of a beautiful rose-color." "If it is not Cipango, it will be still some other famous island, if not Cathay."
"I do fear thou'rt be-devilled and moon-struck, master!" "Why so?" "Betimes thou dost smile upon the moon for no reason; scowl upon the earth for no reason; work with thy lips yet speak no word, and therewith do bite thy fingers-ends, clench thy fists and all for no reason. Moreover, thou'rt quick and slow in thy gait, sighing gustily off and on so it is I do sweat for thee." "And wherefore?"
"Milo, thou'rt a fool!" she said. "Were thy brain as great as thy great heart the world might well be thine. I tell thee, child or no child, that chit is woman enough to have bound thee her slave. She is woman enough, too, to hold secret converse with my foes. Do thou speak to her now and learn for me what traffic she had with Sancho the morning after I took her as my handmaid.
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