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Pagina xii - Thou didst swear to me upon a parcelgilt goblet, sitting in my Dolphin-chamber, at the round table, by a sea-coal fire, upon Wednesday in Whitsunweek, when the prince broke thy head for liking his father to a singing-man of Windsor, — thou didst swear to me then, as I was washing thy wound, to marry me, and make me my lady thy wife.
Pagina xliv - It requires a reader to be in some degree acquainted with the huge folios of inanity, over which our ancestors yawned themselves to sleep, ere he can estimate the delight they must have experienced from this unexpected return to truth and nature.
Pagina iii - Clarissa with me : and, as soon as they began to read, the whole station was in a passion of excitement about Miss Harlowe and her misfortunes, and her scoundrelly Lovelace ! The Governor's wife seized the book, and the Secretary waited for it, and the Chief Justice could not read it for tears...
Pagina 47 - I do so ; and cannot own any of the glow, any of the throbs you mention. — Upon my word, I will repeat, I cannot. And yet the passages in my letter, upon which you are so humorously severe, lay me fairly open to your agreeable raillery. I own they do. And I cannot tell what turn my mind had taken to dictate so oddly to my pen.
Pagina xlviii - The delicious meal I made of Miss Byron on Sunday last has given me an appetite for another slice of her, off from the spit, before she is served up to the public table. If about five o'clock to-morrow afternoon will not be inconvenient, Mrs. Brown and I will come and piddle upon a bit more of her; but pray let your whole family, with Mrs. Richardson at the head of them, come in for their share.
Pagina 105 - I will not therefore sully my paper with them. But is it not a confounded thing to be in love with one, who is the daughter, the sister, the niece, of a family, I must eternally despise ? And, the devil of it, that love increasing with her — what shall I call it ? — 'Tis not scorn : — 'Tis not pride : — 'Tis not the insolence of an adored beauty : — But 'tis to virtue, it seems, that my difficulties are...
Pagina 56 - Sister, said he, I have a curiosity to show you. I will fetch it. And away he went; shutting the door close after him. I saw what all this was for. I arose; the man hemming up for a speech, rising and beginning to set his splay feet [indeed, my dear, the man in all his ways is hateful to me !] in an approaching posture.
Pagina 133 - Heigh-ho! (mocking me, for I sighed to be thus fooled with,) and do you sigh, love? — Well then, as it will be a solemn wedding, what think you of black velvet, child? — Silent still, Clary? — Black velvet, so fair as you are, with those charming eyes, gleaming through a wintry cloud, like an April sun! — Does not Lovelace tell you they are charming eyes? — How lovely will you appear to every one! — What! silent still, love? — But about your laces, Clary?
Pagina 127 - I say too explicit) that were he now but a moral man, I would prefer him to all the men I ever saw. So that this is but conditional liking still, you'll say : nor, I hope, is it more. I never was in love as it is called ; and whether this be it, or not, I must submit to you.