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Roundjacket looked at him for a moment in silence, and then, with an expression of affection and pity, which made his grotesque face absolutely handsome, muttered something to himself, and followed Verty's example. When Roundjacket commenced writing, he did so with the regularity and accuracy of a machine which is set in motion by the turning of a crank, and goes on until it is stopped.
Verty's hand would fall the bow would drop at his side he would fix his eyes upon the autumn woods, and smile. He went on thus through the glades of the forest, over the hills, and along the banks of little streams towards the west.
In future, he said, he would select those seasons when his Verty's senses were bright and wide-awake; and he begged the young man not to fear a repetition of what he might have heard there were fifteen more cantos, all of which he would read, slowly and carefully explaining, as he went along, any difficulties.
"I mean, sir, that I have been wronged." "I don't care," said Verty, "you are not good-natured." "What do you mean, sir?" "You are angry." "I am, sir!" "I advise you not to be; you don't look handsome," said Verty." "Sir!" cried Mr. Jinks. Verty's face assumed an expression of mild inquiry. "Will you fight?" "Yes," said Verty, "but you ought not to fight with that old sword.
Verty, is such that I ought to quarrel with it but I'm not going to; no, not for fifty thousand worlds! If I have any quarreling to do, it will be with some one else!" "With whom?" "That coxcomb cousin of mine, Ralph Ashley." Verty's countenance became clouded; it was the second time his rival's name had been uttered that morning.
"I came to see Redbud," replied Verty; "you know, ma'am, that we know each other very well; I thought I'd come." And Verty smiled. Mrs. Scowley was completely puzzled she had never before seen a gentleman of Verty's candor, and could find no words to reply.
What am I? Poor, poor Verty you are very weak, and the stream here is laughing at you. You are a poor forest boy there can be nothing in you for Redbud to like. Oh! if she could! But we are friends, I know about the other, why think? what is it? Love! what is love? It must be something strange or why do I feel as if to be friends was not enough? Love!" And Verty's head drooped.
"See how your reputation has gone far and wide," said Mr. Jinks, with a fascinating grimace. "You know you were talking of her when how do you do, Miss Sallianna," said Verty, holding out his hand. "La!" said the fair one, inserting the points of her fingers into Verty's palm, "and Mr. Jinks was talking of me? What did he say, sir, I suppose it was in town."
First, she had caught a severe cold this had continued to increase then this cold had resulted in a fever, which threatened to confine her for a long time. Poor Verty's head drooped, and he sighed so deeply that Fanny, who communicated this intelligence, felt an emotion of great pity. Could'nt he see Redbud? Fanny thought not; he might, however, greet her as she passed through the town.
I may be an Indian, and be different but this is all to me this feeling, as if I must go to her, and kneel down and tell her that my life is gone from me when I am not near her that I walk and live like a man dreaming, when she does not smile on me and speak to me!" Verty's head drooped, and his cheeks reddened with the ingenuous blush of boyhood.
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