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From: | Nanny Wilkinson |
Subject: | [Bhpos-bert] strength |
Date: | Wed, 20 Sep 2006 20:38:33 -0400 |
I rightly concluded that there must have been a
great deal of gamekilled. Attentive, almostsolemn, the gentlemen followed the
movements of the leader. Then youll have achance to hold your beloved in your
arms.
This was my firstblunder, but it was not to be my
last.
There was a double meaning in these words; I ought
not simply to takethe worst.
How neat and smart both ladies and gentlemen were!
I rode over the hayfield where once that famous battle was fought. Yet I continued
to admonish him, bringing to bear thearguments of reason and religion.
The scene wasnow changed to another inlet of the
bay. Ihad witnessed domestic bliss in the metropolis; now I hastened to seekit in
rural seclusion. I can say that I had acquired great facility in the figures
thatwere then the mode.
Two or threetimes Pastor Ruricolus cried loudly,
Shame on all periwigs! My sweet Maren threw the first handful ofhay at his head, and
all the other girls followed suit. No, Miss Lammestrup was truly a model of graceful
proportionsboth as to her face and figure. I rightly concluded that there must have
been a great deal of gamekilled. The haycocks were there yet, as then, but the
lovely Amazons were gone.
And it was here the battle tookplace which I have
already described in anticipation.
How neat and smart both ladies and gentlemen
were!
She stepped forward, dropped a deep curtsy,
addressed meas Mr.
We want our friendto be what he was, and forget
that nothing remains as it was.
Ruricolus twofingers; we two young men got a nod
between us.
Yes, the beginning was made, but that was
all.
Yes,black, for the brook was more mud than water;
it was dirty as Styxitself.
The counsellor himself took us out in the boatand
posted us all on our respective platforms. But exhausted as I was, I overslept, and
none of my household wanted todisturb my rest. The first object of our attention
shall be the tea-punch.
My eyes looked for the brook, that pestiferous
brook whichswallowed up one of my fairest hopes.
He answered that he was quite prepared forher
return and that everything would turn out all right. She had no such compassion on
Hans Mikkel, for she allowed him to leadher away at once. At these words I
mechanically stuck my head out of the bed where I waslying. The counsellor himself
took us out in the boatand posted us all on our respective platforms.
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