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WHY JESUS WEPT 47 I go, as a tooth torn from a jaw. Expect I quell this folly in a little while And come again — to Paris, said you, sweet ? CARRUTHERS. Leave your mad chatter with that ghastly hag ! You fool, the woman is sixty if an hour. SIR PERCY. My answer to my promised bride is this. He kisses her. So, sir ! To you, this to remember by. He shoots Carruthers in the leg. MOLLY. Oh, Percy, Percy, am I not your love ? SIR PERCY. I am sorry, heartily, Miss Tyson. MOLLY. O ! SIR PERCY. I did indeed speak foolishly. ANGELA, aside. Your purse !
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NOTE TO PP 75, 76 Certain of our little-instructed surgical readers have ex- pressed themselves dissatisfied with the explanation given by Sir G. Jobbs. They argue that it requires to be amplified, since the Marquis of Glenstrae must have had normal habits, other wise so pure a poet as Crowley would never have introduced him. This is true ; but Sir R. Burton has pointed out that the outcry against Greek Art comes chiefly from those who are personally incapable of it. Englishmen and Virgins are then like Alpine guides and mountains ; some can’t …
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WHY JESUS WEPT 67 GLENSTRAE. Well enough — a little rheumatic, perhaps. H’m ! ANGELA. And the dear Marchioness ? GLENSTRAE. Oh, very sad — there — there ! She has had to be, ah ! — er — under treatment. ANGELA. Dear, dear, how very sad ! Hullo ! Look here on this picture and on that ! (Molly and Sir Percy are discovered.) GLENSTRAE. Oh ! Ah ! I think I must go on. I have an appoint- ment at the club. SIR PERCY. Yet your lordship walks East. MOLLY. Oh, I am not revengeful. Give me a fiver, my Lord Mar- quis, and we’ll call it square. SIR PERCY. …
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…. I can make you strong and happy again. O what rapture ! SIR PERCY. What is it ? LADY GLENSTRAE. Here, let me give you this medicine. A little prick of pain, and then — pleasure — Oh ! (She bends caressingly over the arm of Sir Percy de Percivale, and stabs it with a needle.)
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… address at St. Martin’s Town Hall for the Children’s Special Service Mission. ANGELA. Yes, your Lordship is indeed a true friend to the little ones. A curious coincidence. I am the new president of the Zenana Mission. GLENSTRAE. You ! ANGELA. Think of the poor heathen women kept in such terrible seclusion ! GLENSTRAE. Ah ! I had not thought your sympathy was genuine ; but there, there ! There is more real good in human nature than —
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24 WHY JESUS WEPT. All is a whirl ; — (Let me recapture This lock ; ’tis unfixed.) Ay, little girl, Bury my head In the scent of your hair ! Would I were dead In your arms ever fair, Buried and folded For aye on your breast : — That were delight, Eternity moulded In form of your kiss ! That were the rest I have sought for, the bliss I have ached to obtain : — Ah ! it was pain ! MOLLY. Ay ! sir, but can you love me ? Me, poor girl ! SIR PERCY. Love you ? Ah, Christ ! I love you so ! Say you love me, love me ! Say so ! Again ! Again ! Aloud ! I m…
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… GLENSTRAE. Ah, my boy, you will keep clear of the old ones, I know. (Enter a footman.) These blinds down ! (The man obeys.) But a tasty little morsel like your Molly — your first love. — Eh, my lad ? There ; there, don’t be angry ! SIR PERCY. Pshaw ! You disgust me. (The footman turns to go.) GLENSTRAE, to footman. Wait ! (To Sir Percy.) would you tell her so ? SIR PERCY. If I deigned speech. GLENSTRAE. Simmons, ask Miss Tyson to step here for a moment. (Exit servant.) After which I shall leave you for an hour, my boy.
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WHY JESUS WEPT 63 Get a doctor to give you a prescription like this — they ask a hundred francs — oh ! it is a shame ! Buy a little syringe ; and that is Heaven for all your life. — How do you feel ? SIR PERCY. Why, I am well at once. I never felt better in my life. The devil take my trouble now ! I shall go out and conquer the whole world. I shall be the great magician, the Lord of the Stars. I have it in me to write poetry. Yes, that, first. (Goes to table and takes pen and paper.) In praise of — what is your medicine called, dear Marchioness…
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…st 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 and goes.) SIR PERCY, half rises and falls back. Oh ! oh ! It is impossible. Lord Marquis, you are a good man. Te…
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…rtal on that crowded road ; All swift in the one course, ions to the kathode. Sir Percival de Percivale was brave. There doth he sit and little cheer doth get. He doth not moan or laugh aloud or rave ! The dogs of hell are not upon him yet.