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Page 1 of 11904 · PDF PAGE 72
…JESUS WEPT. SIR PERCY. What ! I have loved you, and you me — No ? — it cannot be so ! and now — I am ill — you cast me away ! (Turns his face away.) Forgive me, I am very weak. ANGELA, goes to him and stands over him. You shall have truth, you blind little fool. I hate you. From the hour you kissed that village drab, I hated you. I wanted your youth, your strength, your life, your name on my list, your scalp at my girdle. Enough ! Do you under- stand ? These friends will teach you. May I never see your pale pasty face again ! [She spits at him …
1904 · PDF PAGE 57
…Enter Carruthers, riding madly, crying “ Sir Percy ! Sir Percy ! ” You, sir, what makes your honour here ! Sir Percy ? Who then dares to face him ? CARRUTHERS. Let go my bridle, girl, I save a life. MOLLY. You hunt Sir Percy Percivale ! CARRUTHERS. To save him. MOLLY. God save all honest men from knaves like you ! Stay, though, you are his friend ? CARRUTHERS. His guardian. MOLLY. And I his promised wife. CARRUTHERS. Mad girl, be off ! MOLLY. Ay, strike me, coward !
1904 · PDF PAGE 33
…bars Of Hell ; it is wrought Of fire : what shall slake This terrible thirst, This Torment accurst ? He looks into the water. Yet, in my face As I gaze on the water Is something calmer. What if the king Of the Screes should see me,
1904 · PDF PAGE 85
… task of getting rid of the form in front by deglutition. There is also an anaemic and pimply youth with a sporadic beardlet and a dirty face — if it is a face — who is vastly interested : one would say an habitual reader of the ‘ Daily Mail ’ watching nobility at lunch. In front of the board, around the table, are several dear old ladies and gentlemen, a beautiful, overdressed, languid woman, some oilily lousy, lop- eared, leprous, lack-brained, utterly loathsome tradespeople who gurgle and grin, and a sprinkling of horny-handed sons of toil, …
1904 · PDF PAGE 84
…s apparently so sad relation ! Twill suit your rosy dreams to admiration ! But, be the gatepost witness ! it is rot. Still, if I hide my face with due decorum Behind a silken kerchief in the forum, And laugh aloud — at home — At the silliness of Rome, You’ll forgive me, will you not ?
1904 · PDF PAGE 56
… reveal that holiest head ! There is much sorrow in love’s cup : Pleasure goes ever iron-eyed. Who are these fierce and eager forms That face across the untrodden moor, The dark-browned horsemen lashing, crying ; Urging their weary steeds ? Half-dying The beasts bend bitter to the storm’s Assault : they hunt ? A man, be sure ! These figures touch my soul with fear. What of my love ? These caitiffs chase him, May be. Who rides ? I’ll catch his bridle,
1904 · PDF PAGE 39
…ck bargain, God ! Hell catch the jade ! Blister her fat red cheeks ! Rot her snub nose ! Poison devour her guts ! Wither her fresh clean face with old grey scabs, And venomous ulcers gnaw the baby breasts ! Vermin upon her ! Infamous drab ! Gr ! Gr ! I would I had her home to torture her. I would dig out those amorous eyes with gimlets,
1904 · PDF PAGE 50
… without these is a mawkish, moonish distemper of folly — and will pass. I shall not pass, my love ! — Ah ! you feel my breath upon your face ! SIR PERCY. Yes — do not ! ANGELA. I shall do so — you dare not move away from me ! I have you ? No ! Ah, Percy, Percy, will you break a heart that only beats for you ? SIR PERCY. You woo so well that I think you must have loved before. ANGELA. Ay ! but not like this. If I have loved it was but to study love, to learn his arts ; to make myself the queen I am, that I might have strength to win you — never…
1904 · PDF PAGE 30
…y rosy wax against my coming here — When, girl ? I’ th’ morn, i’ th’ morn ! When else ? I’d write. She goes out, with a set smile on her face, yet a gleam of real laughter beneath it.