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‘What were they, if one may inquire?’ asked Timson, who had heard the story, on an average, twice a week for the last six months. Mr. Watkins Tottle listened attentively, in the hope of picking up some suggestion that might be useful to him in his new undertaking. ‘I spent my wedding-night in a back-kitchen chimney,’ said Parsons, by way of a beginning.
Lie you still, and shut your eyes, and think of your wedding-night, while I look up this chimney to see if Master Gerard is there." "Gerard! in my room?" "Why not? They say that you and he " "Cruel! you know they have driven him away from me driven him from his native place. This is a blind.
In the abstract it may seem rather a pleasant occupation for a married couple to reckon up a million of money as their joint property; but, in this concrete instance, to spend the wedding-night in a study, making pecuniary computation, is the pinnacle of pedantry. At last it was done; and, as I computed it, I made the total to be one million and twenty-five thousand florins.
It was evening before she returned to queen Haiatalnefous's apartment, and perceived, by the reception she met with, that the bride was not at all pleased with the wedding-night.
Mollie set it down to the wind, or the rats, closed the door again, and my curiosity overcoming my fear of detection, I crept back and heard every word." "Well?" again said the doctor. "Well, Mollie made a clean breast of it. On her wedding-night she was enticed from the house by a letter purporting to come from this Miriam.
"He couldn't refuse me on such an occasion" the bride gaily responded. "I set my heart on making him drink wine with me on our wedding-night, and I have succeeded." "Are you sure he hasn't poured it slyly upon the floor?" "O, yes! I saw him take every drop. And what is more; he smacked his lips, and said it was exquisitely flavoured." "Here comes the servant again," George said, at this moment.
You do not tell me truth, said he; he is your father, not mine; but whose son am I? At this question, the lady of beauty, calling to mind her wedding-night, which had been succeeded by a long widowhood, began to shed tears, repining bitterly at the loss of so lovely a husband as Bedreddin. Whilst she and Agib were weeping, the vizier entered, and demanded the reason of their sorrow.
There were but eight or nine lines, wretchedly scrawled: "MOLLIE DANE, Come to me at once, if you want to find out who you are, who your parents were, what Carl Walraven is to you. This is your wedding-night; but come. I am very ill dying; I may not see morning. If you delay, it will be too late. The bearer is my friend; she will conduct you to me. Tell no one.
Ay, that's true, that's true; come truss again, Francis, truss again yet now I think on't, Francis, prithee run thee to the Hall, and tell 'em 'tis my Wedding-night, d'ye see, Francis; and let some body give my Voice for Bel. What, Sir? Sir Feeb. Adod, I cannot tell; up in Arms, say you! why, let 'em fight Dog, fight Bear; mun, I'll to Bed go Let.
There is no doubt that it was a compulsory marriage." With such an overture, we are not surprised to learn that the Royal bridegroom spent his wedding-night in a state of stupor on the floor of his bedroom; or that at dawn, when he had slept off the effects of his debauch, "pages heard cries proceeding from the nuptial chamber, and shortly afterwards saw the bridegroom rush out violently."
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