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"Ah!" he said. "I dare swear then that you do not even know of their existence." He was jocular now. "I am sure that she does not," said Sylvia, who instinctively felt that the conversation was following an undesirable course. "Then you are wrong," she was assured. "I saw them once, a week ago, in Sir Terence's room."
Why, Shawn had said she was the simplest, whitest of creatures. It made Terence's sin all the blacker. She drew her boy's head down to her and kissed it. "I did not ask you to give her up," she said. "I do not take the world's view of such things." He looked at her with an incredible incredulous relief. "You angel mother!" he said with a deep sigh. "I might have trusted you. There is one thing.
On the dining-room sideboard, from the remains of dinner, she found and furtively abstracted what she needed best part of a roast chicken, a small loaf and a half-flask of Collares. Mullins, the butler, would no doubt be exercised presently when he discovered the abstraction. Let him blame one of the footmen, Sir Terence's orderly, or the cat. It mattered nothing to Lady O'Moy.
The big schooner and the Venus were soon hove-to, and while the two vessels were bowing and bobbing away at each other, a boat was lowered from the quarter of the former, which came dashing over the seas urged by four stout hands towards them. Jack Rogers sat in the stern-sheets. He sprang on board and grasped Alick's and Terence's hands. For nearly a minute he could not speak.
It is taken from Terence's Eunuch. While this play was acting, the roof of the play-house fell down, but very few were hurt, except the author: whose merry friend Sir Fleetwood Shepherd told him, that there was so much fire in the play, that it blew up the poet, house and all: Sir Charles answered, No, the play was so heavy it brought down the house, and buried the poet in his own rubbish.
At twelve o'clock next day Colonel Corcoran came over with nearly the whole of the officers of the Mayo regiment, and was accompanied by many others, as they had the night before given many of their acquaintances an outline of Terence's story. The men had been on foot from an early hour after breakfast. There had been a parade.
He and Rachel being now very good friends, he read them aloud to her, and she was so genuinely impressed by the skill of his rhythms and the variety of his adjectives, as well as by the fact that he was Terence's friend, that he began to wonder whether he was not intended for literature rather than for law.
Sir Terence checked, and stood stiffly as if to attention, his handsome blue eyes blazing into the captain's own. Thus a moment. Then: "We will talk of this again, you and I," he said grimly, and passed on and out with clanking step, leaving Tremayne to reflect that the appearances certainly justified Sir Terence's resentment. "My God, Carruthers! What must he think of me?" he ejaculated.
It would be hard to show that there is no true comedy without laughter Terence's Hecyra, for instance but Diderot certainly overlooked what Lessing and most other critics saw so clearly, that laughter rightly stirred is one of the most powerful agencies in directing the moral sympathies of the audience, the very end that Diderot most anxiously sought.
Canovas, who told me, said that you were not bleeding much, and that he and the others had bandaged you up according to your instructions. "Let me see. It could not have been better," he said. He felt Terence's pulse. "Wonderfully good, considering what a smash you have had.
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