Philistia

Grant Allen

Capitolo 53

It will be a song without words, unless I write some Italian lines
for him me. Animula, blandula vagula--that is the kind of ring
for him, but Latin almost always too much heavy. Me, Hymen, Hymenae, Me;  Me,
Hymen, Hymenae! What that is it? A song of marriage of Catullus--auspice of absit.
I must have fallen in love indeed of her.' He got above from the piano, and
quickly walked and feverishly on and down the room.

'And still', he followed, 'if only I were tied up down so that this
work that doesn't give profit of priest! A parish priest on eighty pounds for year,
and some pupils! The presumptuousness of the man in to venture himself/herself/themselves to
you think about fall in love, as if him indeed pits one of the beneficed
clergy! To thing deacons are coming, I wonder me! And anchor, hath not a
deacon's eyes;  hath not a hands of deacon, organs, dimensions, senses,
the affections, passions?  If you sting us, don't we bleed? If you make the tickle to
don't we, give back? And if you show us a small Girl Butterfly,
beautiful to the finger-ends, face we don't fall in love there of her to
the as spontaneously as if we were residentiary of the canons or rural
garrisons? Want the small Girl Butterfly a rural deaness!  the notion
too much ridicule. You fly away, the small Miss Butterfly;  you fly away, sweet
few happy, creature of laughsome. I won't try to lace down her
to a man in a black cleric dresses again with a very distant hypothetical
reversionaries look out upon of a parsonage of country blunted and dark. You flutter
elsewhere, the small Miss Butterfly, flutters elsewhere, and you is found
a more cheerful, pompous-coloured the consort!'

He sat again him, and it strummed some more bar of his/her mean-mixture,
mean-extemporised the melody. Then him the leant back on the music-stool,
and it softly said once more to him:  'Anchor, if it were possible,
as happy should try to do her/it me! Bright small Girl Butterfly,
I would never try to let a cold cloud pass chillily on Your
sunny head! I would live for you, and he/she work for you, and he/she writes
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