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The unwonted sharpness of her pressure, however, rouses Dulce from her sad thoughts, and as they reach the corridor outside she stops short, and glances half resentfully, half with a question on her face, at Portia. The extreme pain and grief she sees in Portia's eyes awakens her to the truth; she draws her breath a little quickly and lays her hand impulsively upon her cousin's bare white arm.
You saw in my journal what I think about Camiola. I endeavor as much as I can to soften her, and if I can manage to do so I shall like her better than any part I have played, except my dear Portia, who does not need softening. I begin to see my way through it. I wish I could make anything like an acting play of it; we want one or two new ones so very much.
Yet fairer when with wisdom as your shield The sober-suited lawyer's gown you donned, And would not let the laws of Venice yield Antonio's heart to that accursed Jew O, Portia! take my heart; it is thy due: I think I will not quarrel with the Bond." Henry Irving's Shylock dress was designed by Sir John Gilbert.
"I'll have to leave in an hour," he said, "if I'm to go." She paled at that, and sat down rather giddily on a trunk. "You must go," she said, "of course. And Roddy, I guess that'll be the easiest way. I'll get my telegram to-night pretend to get it from Portia. And you can give me the hundred dollars, and then, when you come back, I'll be gone."
Bassanio proving successful in his suit, Portia in a short time consented to accept of him for a husband.
Even at the first glance Portia tells herself he would be as harsh a foe as he would be a champion true, and in so far she reads him right. He is hot-tempered, obstinate, at moments perhaps unjust, but at all times kind-hearted, and deserving of tenderest regard. Now he is holding his new niece's hand, and is gazing down at her with animated eyes, that no age will ever quite dim. "So glad.
Somehow or other those two views must be reconciled before a life of real comradeship between them was possible; before the really big thing she had promised Portia to fight for could be anything more than a tormenting dream. Would the miracle solve this? It must. It was the only thing left to hope for. In the shelter of the great dam she could wait serene.
"He was Uncle Christopher's secretary for years, and calls himself that still, but Fabian does all the writing now." "What a start he gave me," says Portia, putting her hand hurriedly to her heart as though in pain. "A chill seemed to rush all through my blood. It was as though I had met something that had worked, and would work, me harm!"
Just before supper a lady, dressed as Portia, came forward, and pinned a neat design of gold laurel leaves and emeralds on the breast of Mr. Nicholas Crips. It was the prize for the best sustained character, which the host had offered his guests in a frivolous mood. Nickie bowed in acknowledgment of applause, and then, with the bottle in one hand, and his hat in the other, he appealed to Portia.
Who can say that Portia might not come and complete our happiness? And saying these things, he began to muse. He again paced with folded arms the long apartment. I saw that he was still distracted by doubts. I knew of but one thing more to say, by which to work upon his passionate nature. I resolved to say it, though I know not what thou wilt think of it, nor what the event may be.
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