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"Before her marriage, this wretched girl had had a lover discarded for a more handsome and impetuous wooer. But she had known him longest, and, perhaps, loved him best. At all events, he resumed his visits after marriage, as if nothing had happened. The young husband, full of love and confidence, suspected no wrong. He sanctioned the visits and was on most friendly terms with the discarded suitor.
This vehement young wooer make him happy. Make me happy by saying 'Yes." She looked up with the wild glance of a stag at bay. For one moment her frantic idea was flight. "My love my life!" Sir Everard caught both her hands across the bed, and his voice was hoarse with its concentrated emotion. "You don't know how I love you. If you refuse I shall go mad.
"I do not like widowers," she mused. "Nor do I," responded the colonel. "Poor Thérèse might have been alive to-day, if she had not married you." "Possibly, madame." "And you have seven children?" "Four, madame." "On the whole, I like young men." "Then you reject my suit?" observed the unmoved wooer. "I do not reject it, and I do not accept it, monsieur the colonel. I consider it."
From early dawn until evening she would roam about in forests and fields, and when late at night she stole into the room and slipped away into some corner, Lage drew a deep sigh and thought of the old tradition. Aasa was nineteen years old before she had a single wooer. But when she was least expecting it, the wooer came to her.
She gazed long and steadfastly on the dim and shadowy forms which that slender raft contained, and her eye detected amongst the three the loftier form of her haughty wooer.
Her eyelids dropped and the Chief gazed on her eagerly, and sang in a passion of praises of her; the fires of his love had a tongue, his speech was a torrent of flame at the feet of the damsel. And Bhanavar exclaimed, 'Oh, what am I, what am I, who have slain my love, my lover! that one should love me and call on me for love? My life is a long weeping for him! Death is my wooer!
He called her in and asked her whether she felt a liking for her wooer; and when she assented he promised Helgi her hand. In this way Hother, by the sweet sounds of his fluent and well-turned oratory, opened the ears of Kuse, which were before deaf to the suit he urged. While this was passing in Halogaland, Balder entered the country of Gewar armed, in order to sue for Nanna.
And then, again, to do the wooer entire justice, the dark little girl, so much mistress of herself, so evidently spirited, with such an air of distinction, began to separate herself in his mind as a good goer against the field, and he had a real desire to win her affection. The more indifferent she was to him, the keener was his desire to possess her.
Two toads peeped from the cavities of the eyes, brown eel-grass hung dripping and disordered over its neck and forehead, and in place of teeth there were long iron spikes in its jaws which protruded and crossed one another over its lips. "A fine wooer, indeed!" thought the squire.
Gained as an unintentional wooer of women by dint of an opalesque smile, a mellifluous voice, a successful name, and a handsome albeit swarthy and sodden appearance which made him, for them at least, a semi-deluctable presence, and years of venial sensual licentiousness, a recompense for empathic suffering in his thoughtful studies of prostitutes and injustices of the world at large, it was his inveterate perspective of himself as delusionary as it may have been.
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