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The Sir Roger de Coverley Papers
Steele, Richard, Sir
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Sir Roger was proceeding in his harangue, when we
heard the voice of one speaking very importunately, and (136: 5)
repeating these words: "What, not one smile?" We followed
the sound till we came to a close thicket, on the
other side of which we saw a young woman sitting as it
were in a personated[99] sullenness just over a transparent
fountain. Opposite to her stood Mr. William, Sir Roger's (10)
master of the game. The knight whispered me, "Hist,
these are lovers!" The huntsman, looking earnestly at
the shadow of the young maiden in the stream: "O
thou dear picture! if thou couldst remain there in the
absence of that fair creature whom you represent in the (15)
water, how willingly could I stand here satisfied for ever,
without troubling my dear Betty herself with any mention
of her unfortunate William, whom she is angry with;
but alas! when she pleases to be gone, thou wilt also
vanish;--yet let me talk to thee while thou dost stay. (20)
Tell my dearest Betty thou dost not more depend upon
her than does her William; her absence will make
away with me as well as thee. If she offers to remove
thee, I'll jump into these waves to lay hold on thee;
her, herself, her own dear person, I must never embrace (25)
again. Still do you hear me without one smile?--it is
too much to bear." He had no sooner spoke these
words, but he made an offer of throwing himself into the
water; at which his mistress started up, and at the next
instant he jumped across the fountain and met her in an (137: 5)
embrace. She, half recovering from her fright, said in
the most charming voice imaginable, and with a tone of
complaint, "I thought how well you would drown yourself.
No, no, you won't drown yourself till you have
taken your leave of Susan Holliday." The huntsman, (10)
with a tenderness that spoke the most passionate love,
and with his cheek close to hers, whispered the softest
vows of fidelity in her ear, and cried, "Don't, my dear,
believe a word Kate Willow says; she is spiteful and
makes stories, because she loves to hear me talk to herself (15)
for your sake."
[99] Assumed: notice how this meaning comes directly from the etymology
of the word.
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