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Perhaps it was a momentary sympathy for beauty in distress which made the Master say, as he backed from the doorway with stealthy step: "Gatd'en'ale, 'tis well she has enough to live on, and to provide for what's to come!"
She could feel the huge breast heave, she felt the vast face turn hot, she was conscious of a voice struggling back to life, and she heard it say at last: "Gatd'en'ale, rosemary tea cures a cough, but nothing cures the love ah bah, so it goes!" "Do you love Jean?" whispered Guida, not showing her face, but longing to hear the experience of another who suffered that joy called love.
He waved it to and fro in his wild harangue; he threw up his arms towards the ominous gloom, and with blatant fury ordered open the prison doors. Other torches and candles appeared, and the mob trembled to and fro in delirium. "The prison! Open the Vier Prison! Break down the doors! Gatd'en'ale drive out the devils!
He waved it to and fro in his wild harangue; he threw up his arms towards the ominous gloom, and with blatant fury ordered open the prison doors. Other torches and candles appeared, and the mob trembled to and fro in delirium. "The prison! Open the Vier Prison! Break down the doors! Gatd'en'ale drive out the devils!
She could feel the huge breast heave, she felt the vast face turn hot, she was conscious of a voice struggling back to life, and she heard it say at last: "Gatd'en'ale, rosemary tea cures a cough, but nothing cures the love ah bah, so it goes!" "Do you love Jean?" whispered Guida, not showing her face, but longing to hear the experience of another who suffered that joy called love.
You see dat spot where we coum to land, Ma'm'selle Landresse where de shingle look white, de leetle green grass above? Dat is where mon onc' 'Lias he bring in de King's ship and de privator. Gatd'en'ale it is a journee awful! He twist to de right, he shape to de left trough de teeth of de rocks all safe vera happee to dis nice leetle bay of de Maitre Ile dey coum.
You see dat spot where we coum to land, Ma'm'selle Landresse where de shingle look white, de leetle green grass above? Dat is where mon onc' 'Lias he bring in de King's ship and de privator. Gatd'en'ale it is a journee awful! He twist to de right, he shape to de left trough de teeth of de rocks all safe vera happee to dis nice leetle bay of de Maitre Ile dey coum.
Perhaps it was a momentary sympathy for beauty in distress which made the Master say, as he backed from the doorway with stealthy step: "Gatd'en'ale, 'tis well she has enough to live on, and to provide for what's to come!"
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