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Thus Theos inwardly raved, without any real comprehension of his own thoughts, but only stricken anew by a feverish passion of mingled love and hatred as he stared on the witching sorceress whose marvellous beauty was such wonder and torture to his eyes, . . what mattered it to him that King, Laureate, and people had all prostrated themselves before her in reverent humility? ... HE knew her nature, . . he had fathomed her inborn wickedness, . . and though his senses were attracted by her, his spirit loathingly repelled her, . . he therefore remained seated stiffly upright, watching her with a sort of passive, immovable intentness.
A year or two before setting up my tent in the Black River Country, began my acquaintance with the author of the witching song. The time was evening; the place, the veranda of a friend's summer cottage at Lake George.
Each day we heard the witching song that never lost its charm for us. One morning it was the fifteenth of the month we were sauntering up one of the most inviting paths. The dog was ahead, carrying on his strong and willing neck his mistress's stool, she following closely, steadying the same with her hand, while I, as was my custom, brought up the rear.
He cannot hear thy name without threats against thy father as a secret adherent of Lancaster, and accuseth thee of witching his chamberlain, as, in truth, thou hast.
The witching hour of twilight was chosen for this crude but solemn trial, and at the time appointed a large crowd was gathered in the great courtyard of Haddon in obedience to a mandate of the King of the Peak, which they dared not disobey. As the crowd swayed to and fro it was in marked contrast to the usual way in which they were wont to assemble within the great walls of Haddon.
When I reached home it was useless to go to bed. I shut myself into my little study, and went over what we had read, till my brain was so full of it that when I crept up to my room at last, it was to lie down to slumbers which were often a mere phantasmagory of those witching Pictures of Travel.
I'll tell of how she, full of witching, wanton wiles, love-alluring, furtive fled fleet-footed from the day and there amid the soft and slumberous silence of the tender trees did yield her love to one beyond all beings blest. Thus, sighing and a-swoon, did Helen fair, a Duchess proud " "Ah!" cried Beltane, clenching sudden fist, "what base and lying babble do ye speak?
Now and again the history of the simple-hearted Scots was repeated; and a coureur was presently seen to bring a shy, witching Saulteux maiden from the tents of the Jumping Indians.
Has a man gambled away his all, or shot his friend in a duel has he committed a crime or incurred a laugh it is the /next morning/, when the irretrievable Past rises before him like a spectre; then doth the churchyard of memory yield up its grisly dead then is the witching hour when the foul fiend within us can least tempt perhaps, but most torment.
There was no one to warn her of the peril which lay in the witching depths of the handsome stranger's glances.
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