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Cooke, John Esten, 1830-1886 [1856], The last of the foresters, or, Humors on the border: a story of the old Virginia frontier. (Derby and Jackson, New York) [word count] [eaf514T]. To look up a word in a dictionary, select the word with your mouse and press 'd' on your keyboard.
We shall now return to Miss Sallianna, and see what effect The hysterics did not last long. Miss Sallianna had a large The hysterics, therefore, did not last long; the eyes grew This cavalier was our friend Ralph, who, having deposited Mr. Ralph drew up before the house, tied his horse, and entered. Miss Sallianna rose graciously, smiling.
“Good morning, sir,” said the lady, rolling her eyes toward “Oh, charming! but that is not all, madam,” said Ralph, “Not all, sir?” sighed the lady. “There is something still more charming.” “What is that?” “The dear companion with whom good fortune blesses me.” This was so very direct, that Miss Sallianna actually blushed. “Oh, no—” she murmured. “Yes, yes!” “You men—” “Are sincere—” “Oh, no! such flatterers. “Flatterers, madam?” said Ralph, laughing, “that is true of The lady smiled, and motioned toward a settee. “The beauties of nature—” “Yes, my dear madam.” “Are—ahem!” “Yes, yes.” “So much more beautiful then those of art,” sighed Miss “I fully agree with you,” said Ralph, “they are.” “Oh, yes—they are—I knew you would—you are so—so “No, no, Miss Sallianna!” “Yes, you are—for your intrinsic perspicuity, sir—la!” And Miss Sallianna ogled her visitor.
“This,” said Ralph, with enthusiasm, “is the proudest moment “Oh, Mr. Ashley.” “Yes, madam!” said Ralph, “torture would not make me “La! Mr. Ashley!” “The beautiful Miss Sallianna has declared that I am possessed With which heroic words Mr. Ralph Ashley wiped his brow “I always admired perspicuity,” said Miss Sallianna, with a “And I, beauty, madam.” “La! sir.” “Admiration is a weak word, Miss Sallianna.” “Opprobrium?” suggested the lady. “Yes, yes! that is the word! Thank you, Miss Sallianna. Miss Sallianna covered here face with her fan. Here was an “Are you fond of ladies, sir?” asked Miss Sallianna, smiling. “Yes, Miss Sallianna, devotedly,” said Ralph, recovering, in “I should think so.” “Why, madam?” “From your visits.” “My visits?” “Oh, yes—you are very sly!”
“Sly?—I?” “Yes, sir!” “Never!” “I think you have grown fond of—” “Yourself, madam?” “La—no. I fear—” “As I do—” “That such a thing—” “Is more than I could presume to do,” said Ralph, laughing. Miss Sallianna bestowed upon the young gentleman a look “But I meant Fanny,” she said. “Fanny!” “Yes, your cousin.” “A mere baby!” said Ralph, with nonchalance. “I agree with you.” “Which I consider a circumstance of great encouragement, “Indeed?” “I am just from college.” “Yes.” “And consequently very innocent and inexperienced. I am “La! Mr. Ashley.” “I mean, Miss Sallianna, the education, not of my mind—that Ralph was getting on at headlong speed. “Do you consent?” he said.
“La—really—indeed—” “Why not, oh, beautiful lady—” “How can I ever—so inexperienced—so innocent a person as And Miss Sallianna fell into a flutter. “Then Fanny must.” “Oh, no!” observed Miss Sallianna, with vivacity. “Why not?” said Ralph. “She could not—” “Could not!” “She is too young, and then besides—” “Besides, Miss Sallianna?” “She is already taken up with her affair with Mr. Verty.” “What!” cried Ralph, beginning to have the tables turned “She is evidently in love with Mr. Verty,” said Miss Sallianna, “Yes, madam!” said Ralph, frowning. “Especially that silly young man.” “Verty?” “Yes; he is very presumptuous, too. Just think that he presumed And Miss Sallianna looked dignified and ladylike. “Fanny in love with him,” said Ralph, reflecting. “Look through the window,” said Miss Sallianna, smiling. Ralph obeyed, and beheld Verty and Fanny sitting on a knoll,
“Do you doubt any longer?” “Oh, no!” “Then, Mr. Ashley—” “Yes, madam.” “In future you will—” “Care nothing for—” “The person—” “Who seems to me the concentration of folly and everything And with this ambiguous speech, Mr. Ralph rose, begged Miss
Cooke, John Esten, 1830-1886 [1856], The last of the foresters, or, Humors on the border: a story of the old Virginia frontier. (Derby and Jackson, New York) [word count] [eaf514T]. |