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Cooke, John Esten, 1830-1886 [1854], The youth of Jefferson, or, A chronicle of college scrapes at Williamsburg, in Virginia, A.D. 1764. (Redfield, New York) [word count] [eaf522T]. To look up a word in a dictionary, select the word with your mouse and press 'd' on your keyboard.
PHILIPPA is a lady of nineteen or twenty, with the Philippa is a cousin of Belle-bouche; and Belle-bouche
“There, you are talking about flowers, I lay a wager,” “I was speaking neither of yourself nor the fair Belinda,” “There! please have done with compliments—I detest “You detest every thing insincere, I know, charming “Ah, sir, you are insufferable.” “Pardon, pardon—but in this beautiful and fair season, “You think it necessary to employ flowers of speech: Jacques bows. “I have just discarded the twentieth, Bel,” she adds, laughing; “he got on his knees.” And Philippa laughs heartily. Jacques is used to his companion's manner of talking, “Who was it, pray, madam—Mowbray?” A flush passes over Philippa's face, and she looks “I won't go over the list of your admirers,” continues Jacques, sadly, “they are too numerous; for who can
“My fairy face? Yes, and my unhappy wealth, sir. And a shadow passes over the face, obliterating the “I wish Heaven had made me a man!” “A man?” says Jacques. “Yes, sir.” “Pray why? Is there any young lady you would And he glances tenderly at Belle-bouche, who smiles “I wish to be a man, that my movements may not Jacques laughs. “But there are disadvantages connected with manhood,” “The prominent ones, if you please.” “You would have to make love—the active instead “I would enjoy it.” “How would you commence, pray?” “Oh, easily—see now. I would say, `My dear Bel!
Jacques sighs. “Do you think that would succeed, however?” he “I don't know, and I don't care—I'd try.” Jacques sighs again, and looks wistfully at Belle-bouche, “I'm afraid such a cavalier address—at the pistol's “You are mistaken.” “I doubt the propriety of such a `making love.' ” “If I were a man, you would see my success. I'd “Well, fancy yourself a man.” “And who will be my lady-love?” “Fancy my sex changed also—make love to me, my “Forsooth! But I could win your heart easily.” “How, pray,” says Jacques, sighing, “granting first “By two simple things.” “To wit?” “I would talk to you of flowers and shepherdesses, “Oh!” “And I would adopt, if I had not naturally, that frank, “Yes, indeed.” “Which Bel has! What a beautiful blush!” And Philippa claps her hands. Jacques tries very hard not to color, thus forfeiting all
He seeks in vain for a word—a jest—a reply. Fortune favors him. A maid from the house approaches “Mr. Mowbray, ma'am.” A blush, deeper than that upon the face of Jacques, “Say I am coming.” “Before you go,” says Jacques with odious triumph, “What are they, pray—more than I have mentioned?” “You might have more liberty.” “I said as much.” “You might go and see your friends.” “You repeat my words, sir.” “Yes—you might even go and see us at college; listen Philippa looks at him for a moment, hesitatiug
Cooke, John Esten, 1830-1886 [1854], The youth of Jefferson, or, A chronicle of college scrapes at Williamsburg, in Virginia, A.D. 1764. (Redfield, New York) [word count] [eaf522T]. |