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"Had she the disposition of Xantippe and the ugliness of Medusa she would be called a goddess divine by the titled sellers. But what can I do? I can't keep her locked up at home for the matter of that, she is run after about as badly over here " and he added gently in an altered tone, "My poor little girl!
They touch their hats with a frank smile, not the Spanish scowl near Gibraltar, or of Santa Cruz, Tenerife. The men are comparatively noiseless; a bawling voice startles you like a pistol-shot. I rarely heard a crying child or a scolding woman offering 'eau benite a la Xantippe; even the cocks and hens tied to old shoes cackle with reserve. The climate tames everything from Dom to donkey.
There was never any resistance to the fine and proper things of life on Albrecht Durer's part. He was the well balanced, reasonable man from youth up. There have been extraordinary tales told of the artist's wife. She has been called hateful and spiteful as Xantippe, the wife of Socrates, but we think this is calumny.
Little by little his anger cooled, his shame died out of him, and he began to wonder curiously what manner of man this was whose words had so stirred his wife. Wondering he fell asleep, nor did he awaken till the sun was risen. While eating his breakfast he inquired cunningly concerning this wise teacher of the gospels of love and hate, but Xantippe for a time did not answer. "Is he a Greek?"
Logic is a science they love not, and I think steadily refuse to cultivate; nor is argument a style of conversation they naturally affect as Lady Macbeth says, "Question enrageth him;" and the dialogues of Socrates would to them be as disgusting as the violence of Xantippe. Well, here we are at Padua again! where I will run, and see once more the places I was before so pleased with.
Then he ran swiftly downstairs, and Xantippe, as she lay down wearily beside her boy, heard a woman laugh. The Penny-farthing Shop was full of customers, and Madam Marx, the fat woman who followed Gregorio to the bar, was for a long time busy attending to her clients.
"I would flirt to-night with Xantippe, or Kerenhappuch, or Queen Victoria," said he. "Why?" He laughed, and although none of the standing and lingering company had overheard them, he gently led her to the curtained embrasure of the drawing-room window. "This is perhaps the biggest day of my life. I've not had an opportunity of telling you. This morning Frank Ayres offered me a seat in Parliament."
Xantippe seized the opportunity and struck in: "He is not glad, and he does not believe in Cleon." "I know you," concluded Anytos. "I know you philosophers and quibblers! But take care! And now, Alcibiades, come and receive the despised Cleon, who has saved the fatherland!" Alcibiades took Socrates by the hand, and whispered in his ear. "What a cursed mischance! Well, not yet! but the next time!"
He had only to interrupt the torrent of her reproaches, with a groan, and a twist of his fat abdomen, and "oh, honey, I'm so bad in my stomach!" and she was transformed, in an instant from a Xantippe into a Florence Nightingale: the whole current of her wrath deviated from him to the last meal he had eaten, whatever it might be.
"Since the little girl has the family features, the chances are that she has the family brains, and no lack of wit and spirit." Mr. Fairfax groaned. He held the not uncommon opinion that wit and spirit endanger a man's peace and rule in a house. And yet in the case of his son Laurence's Xantippe he had evidence enough that nothing in nature is so discordant and intractable as a fool.
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