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"And a sleep Fell upon Merlin more like death, so deep Her finger on her lips; then Vivian rose, And from her brown-locked head the wimple throws, And takes it in her hand and waves it over The blossomed thorn tree and her sleeping lover. Nine times she waved the fluttering wimple round, And made a little plot of magic ground." Matthew Arnold.
The salic law seemed not to have penetrated to French inns. In this one at least wimple and kirtle reigned supreme; doublets and hose were few in number, and feeble in act.
After cindery hours in a day coach the fine and the loss of his Pullman reservation have left him with less than three dollars in cash Oliver crawls into Vanamee and Company's about four in the afternoon. Everybody but Mrs. Wimple and Mr. Tickler is out of Copy for the moment and the former greets him with coy wit. "Been taking your vacation at Newport, Crowie?
Now hide me, quick, or some one will be coming; and warm me, and feed me, or I shall surely die on your hands." Not another word said Miss Wimple, asked no question, uttered no exclamation of surprise; but straightway ran and closed the windows, put up the bars, adjusted the shutters in the glass door, and screwed them down.
If we were truly as scornful of her as she is indifferent to us, we would let her glorious insignificance alone." So Miss Wimple waited in her shabby little shop and plied her needle for hire.
"Becca! will you never hear me?" cried the voice of Aunt Wimple; "here I am toiling after you till I am out of breath for Heaven's sake, stop!" And smiling, red in the face, panting Aunt Wimple drew near and bowed pleasantly to Jacques, who only groaned, and murmured: "One more chance gone ah!" As for Belle-bouche, she was blushing like a rose.
Doesna our guid king intend to leave his fair Margaret, and risk the royal bluid o' the Bruce for the interests o' auld Scotland? and doesna our honoured provost mean to desert, for a day o' glory, his braw wife, that he may deck her wimple wi' the roses o' England, and her name wi' a Scotch title?
Now here it was, and what would people say, specially them as had always turned up their nose at her opinion?" Miss Wimple said nothing; but she treated Pity to two poor little lies; one she told, and the other she looked: She was not well, she said, which was the reason why she was so pale; and then she looked surprised at the news of Madeline's flitting.
You will wonder, then, that Mr. Paul Wimple should have blushed and struggled and died in the forlorn little "Athenaeum," and that Sally should sit down in her loneliness and "that fright of a delaine" to wait for customers that came not, when in their old friends' house were comfortable mansions, and in their old friends' hearts tearful kisses and welcome free as air.
Morris, the governess, was as happy as she dared to feel. In Mr. Osgood's family she had found all things as Miss Wimple had promised. Treated with studious deference and consideration, not unmixed with affection, she enjoyed for her secret thoughts the most privileged privacy. Her brave gratitude was superior to the distress a weaker woman might have suffered from the necessity of making Mr.
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