The Protector at Houghall; Or, the Lily and the Rose, an Original Drama

The Protector at Houghall; Or, the Lily and the Rose, an Original Drama

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1851 edition. Excerpt: ...bosom. Rapier. Well? Deb. (in a broken voice) Did--did you ever love Any--any other woman? Rapier. Ha! ha! So then 'twas this that brought my Moss Rose back! Deb. (aside) Oh! insupportable--most foolish girl! I scorn you Rapier--sir, you know I do! Rapier. Love's language now!--Do the French speak it? Deb. Sir, They are gallant gentlemen!' Rapier. I'll have A dun coloured suit! Deb. At your peril, Rapier! Rapier. Ha! ha! Is that love's colour? Pointing to Deborah's gayer garments. Deb. I never did, sir! The colour did misbke me long ago! It was not love did make me change the colour! I could beat you now--unsay it, Rapier! Passionately. Rapier. I did not say so! I've ta'en a lesson In modesty, and I am apt! Deb. You did, sir--With your eyes you said it! Rapier. And have I changed In naught for thee, my star i' the troubled gloom, Whose atmosphere is heaven--my hope--the plume Of my pride--my love--my trust--my comrade All through life, straight on to the grave's brink--my wife--My Deborah--my sweet Moss Rose!" As he warms he embraces her, and she, momently relenting, at last fastens her arms around him, and is led out laughing and sobbing. The Colonel, Deborah, speed his wishes! What do I owe to Reuben's manly heart For this dear moment? Exeunt. Scene VI.--Be/ore the Hall. Enter Reuben. Reuben. Will they not come? My messenger was true! I heard of one was seized! Why there--no--no! 0 'tis the curse of such as I to doubt--To suffer pangs more keen than we'd inflict! Cromwell--my hate to thee withers my heart! My dreams are crimson'd with thy hated blood; 1 wake in trust I have thee by the throat--And ne'er shall sleep in quiet more, till one Of us be dead! Oh! an they fail mp not, How will I spurn him off! My falchion flashing In his more

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  • Paperback | 28 pages
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  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236577884
  • 9781236577887