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But when it comes to four o'clock, and still the same blank, Volumnia's constancy begins to fail her, or rather it begins to strengthen, for she now considers that it is her duty to be ready for the morrow, when much may be expected of her, that, in fact, howsoever anxious to remain upon the spot, it may be required of her, as an act of self-devotion, to desert the spot.
He resented the girl's position, as if the lady had been the commonest of commoners. That is the story. I hope Lady Dedlock will excuse its painful nature." There are various opinions on the merits, more or less conflicting with Volumnia's. That fair young creature cannot believe there ever was any such lady and rejects the whole history on the threshold.
At the same time, officer, if you in your better knowledge of the subject see any objection " Mr. Bucket sees none now; the bill having been put up, had better not be taken down. Repeating his three bows he withdraws, closing the door on Volumnia's little scream, which is a preliminary to her remarking that that charmingly horrible person is a perfect Blue Chamber.
And that is just Volumnia's view of the subject, as will be seen in another place. Now, this no more dishonors you at all, Than to take in a town with gentle words, Which else would put you to your fortune, and The hazard of much blood.
Volumnia's contempt for the people is worse than that of Coriolanus. To her they are not human, and she does not consider that common truthfulness is binding in her intercourse with them.
The stormy utterance of revolted pride and furious disgust, in the denial of Volumnia's request the tempestuous outburst, "I will not do it" made as wild, fiery, and fine a moment in tragic acting as could be imagined; but the climax was attained in the pathetic cry "The gods look down, and this unnatural scene They laugh at."
In the course of these researches she stumbles over something, and turning her glass in that direction, sees her kinsman lying on the ground like a felled tree. Volumnia's pet little scream acquires a considerable augmentation of reality from this surprise, and the house is quickly in commotion.
"At least there is no opposition to YOU," Volumnia asserts with confidence. "No, Volumnia. This distracted country has lost its senses in many respects, I grieve to say, but " "It is not so mad as that. I am glad to hear it!" Volumnia's finishing the sentence restores her to favour.
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