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But, after awhile, resentment at Adrian's seeming neglect almost banished her loneliness; and, sitting up, she stared at Xanthippé, poised on one leg before her, apparently asleep but really waiting for anything which might turn up in the shape of dainties. "Oh! you sweet vixen! but you needn't pose. There's no artist here now to sketch you, and I don't care, not very much, if there isn't.
"I am glad," said I. "And may I ask whom I have the honor of addressing?" "Certainly," was the immediate response. "My name is Socrates, nee Xanthippe." I instinctively cowered. Candidly, I was afraid. Never in my life before had I met a woman whom I feared.
The day passed, and by slow degrees the island and the marooned pirates faded from view, and the night came on, and with it a dense fog. "We're going to have a nasty night, I am afraid," said Xanthippe, looking anxiously out of the port. "No doubt," said Mrs. Noah, pleasantly. "I'm sorry for those who have to be out in it." "That's what I was thinking about," observed Xanthippe.
As she did so, finally, her glance flew instantly to a bulky parcel, wrapped in sheets of white birch-bark, and bearing her own name, in Adrian's handwriting. "Why, he did remember me, then!" she cried, delightedly, tearing the package open. "Pictures! the very ones I liked the best. Xanthippé and Socrates, and oh! that's Reynard! Reynard! Reynard, ready to speak!
It's night, and there's a fog as thick as a stone-wall all about us. If there were a hundred of you upon deck with ten eyes apiece, you couldn't see anything. You might much better be in bed. As your captain, chaperon, and grandmother, I command you to stay below." "But who is to steer?" queried Xanthippe. "What's the use of steering until we can see where to steer to?" demanded Mrs. Noah.
That's the way of it, eh?" said Xanthippe, flushing to the roots of her hair. "Very likely. You ah you will excuse my doubting your word, Captain Kidd, a moment since. I withdraw my remark, and in order to make fullest reparation, I beg to assure these ladies that I am now perfectly convinced that you are telling the truth.
"The wheel is roiling up the water at a great rate, but we don't seem to be going ahead very fast in fact, we're simply moving round and round as though we were on a pivot." "I'm afraid we're aground amidships," said Xanthippe, gazing over the side of the House-boat anxiously. "She certainly acts that way like a merry-go-round." "Well, there's something wrong," said Mrs.
"Xanthippé and Socrates!" he murmured, and Pierre heard him. So, grimacing at him from under the heavy sack, called back: "Fifty dollar. Tell her fifty dollar." "What he mean by fifty dollar?" demanded Angelique. "I suppose something about that 'show' business of his. It is his ambition, you know, and I must admit I believe he'd be a success at it." "Pouf!
The obedience of women to men to those men to whom they are legally bound is, I think, the most remarkable trait in human nature. Nothing equals it but the instinctive loyalty of a dog. Of course we hear of gray mares, and of garments worn by the wrong persons. Xanthippe doubtless did live, and the character from time to time is repeated; but the rule, I think, is as I have said. "Mrs.
Elizabeth rose up and readjusted her ruff, which in the excitement of the moment had been forced to assume a position about her forehead which gave one the impression that its royal wearer had suddenly donned a sombrero. "Very well," she said. "Let us below; but oh, for the axe!" "Bring the lady an axe," cried Xanthippe, sarcastically. "She wants to cut somebody."
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