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"I know it," says Portia, feverishly, taking Dulce's hand and trying to draw her towards her; but the girl recoils. "Do not touch me," she says. "There is no longer any friendship between us." "Oh! Dulce, do not say that," entreats Portia, painfully. "I will say it. All is at an end as far as love between us is concerned. Fabian is part of me. I cannot separate myself from him.
I was, it is true, in favour with the imperial council, with the bishops and the Hungarian nobles, also with the apostolic nuntios Delphin and Portia, and I laboured to the extent of my power in the interests of religion. Father Provincial removed me from my office, and I became his secretary and admonitor.
One place, however, is empty; by right it is Roger's, who, except when Fabian is absent, never sits at the foot of the table. Sir Christopher fusses a little, grows discontented, and finally says uneasily "Where is Fabian?" "He has a headache, dear," says Dulce, gently. "He hopes we will all excuse him especially Portia."
Even the climax of the piece, the trial scene, I should call, as far as Portia is concerned, rather grand and impressive than strikingly or startlingly effective; and with the exception of that, the whole character is so delicate, so nicely blended, so true, and so free from all exaggeration, that it seems to me hardly fit for a theater, much less one of our immense houses, which require acting almost as splashy and coarse in color and outline as the scene-painting of the stage is obliged to be.
And Portia again welcomed Antonio, and gave him letters which by some chance had fallen into her hands, which contained an account of Antonio's ships, that were supposed lost, being safely arrived in the harbor.
But "Portia," as some of the mansion-house people called her, did not happen to awaken the elective affinities of the lonely widower.
When she was Miss Violet Lindsay she did a drawing of me as Portia in the doctor's robes, which is I think very like me, as well as having all the charming qualities of her well-known pencil portraits. The artists all loved the Lyceum, not only the old school, but the young ones, who could have been excused for thinking that Henry Irving and I were a couple of old fogeys!
The episode of Jessica, the fugitive daughter of the Jew, in whom Shakspeare has contrived to throw a veil of sweetness over the national features, and the artifice by which Portia and her companion are enabled to rally their newly-married husbands, supply him with the necessary materials.
But it was easy for me to forget that I was trying to be a literary student, and slip off from Belmont to Venice with Portia to witness the discomfiture of Shylock; although I did pity the miserable Jew, and thought he might at least have been allowed the comfort of his paltry ducats.
So you see, vulgar prejudice has nothing to do with it, and Portia is not to be censured because she can not take me on trust." "Oh, Fabian! how can you still love one who " "My dear, love and I are not to be named together, you forget that. I must live my life apart. You can only pray that my misery may be of short duration.
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