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"Tak car ob de ink!" shrieked Clorinda, pulling the paper from under his hand in time to preserve it from the great blot of ink that descended on the table-cover instead. "Dat's a purty splotch, now, ain't it; yer a nice hand, Caleb Benson!" "Taint much, nobody'll ever notice it," said Caleb, wiping it off with his coat-sleeve. "Don't raise a breeze about nothin', Clorindy."
"Now I know you didn't mean it," said the girl scornfully. "You wouldn't let me touch that nasty old doll of yours again for nothin' you wouldn't," she shrilled at her. "Oh, yes, I would," declared Phronsie, in great distress; "see, I'm going to get her now," and she turned around and hurried over the grass to pick Clorinda off from her resting-place and run back.
"Did you see her?" he asked. "She has but just passed through the room with my Lord Dunstanwolde Mistress Clorinda," he added, with a little rueful laugh. "In Gloucestershire there is but one 'she. When we speak of the others we use their names and call them Mistress Margaret or my Lady Betty or Jane." "I stood at the head of the stairway as she passed," answered Osmonde.
"You will wear gay colours as if it had never been?" "It is as if it had never been," Clorinda answered. "Ere now her lord is happy with her, and he is so happy that I am forgot. I had a fancy that perhaps at first well, if he had looked down on earth remembering he would have seen I was faithful in my honouring of him. But now, I am sure " She stopped with a half laugh.
"Yes," said Caleb, making a tremendous flourish. "P. S. Yaller gloves and 'rocur pumps, if convenient." Clo inspected the first note as carefully as if she could read, expressed her approbation, and urged him on, till, with much labor, Caleb completed the requisite number, put them safely in their gorgeous envelopes, and directed them to the persons Clorinda mentioned.
Clorinda put both hands to her mouth, and would have cried out; but, remembering how few teeth she had to be set on edge, thought better of it, and stood in glum silence while Caleb made his preparations.
Sparks, of the Metropolitan Hotel; Mr. Hannibal, private attendant of an upper-crust gentleman, who is going to stop at the Sailor's Safe Anchor, fishing and shooting." Clorinda had just recovered herself from one courtesy, but she took the wind in her garments and fluttered off into a couple more without loss of time.
With these words the eyes of the vision grew bright beyond mortal beauty; and then it turned and was hidden in the depth of its radiance, and disappeared. Tancred slept a quiet sleep; and when he awoke, he gave himself patiently up to the will of the physician; and the remains of Clorinda were gathered into a noble tomb.
In the third canto the fair Amazon Clorinda challenges her love to single combat. "E di due morti in un punto lo sfida." St. 23. "And so at once she threats to kill him twice." Fairfax. That is to say, with her valour and beauty. Another twofold employment of flame, with an exclamation to secure our astonishment, makes its appearance in the fourth canto
"What did I tell yer!" cried she. "Now what did I jist tell yer." "But whar can she be?" wondered Dolf. "What do yer s'pose has happened, Miss Clorinda?" "'Nuff's happened," returned Clo, "and more'n 'nuff! I told yer de tunderbust would break, an it has."
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