. Perfect pearls of poetry and prose; the most unique, touching, inspiring and beautiful literary . he groundor up in the air I like to go the pace, and so do you, Fanny, I know. Goit, you cripples ! ;ind over went another sand-bag. Why, youre mad, surely, she whispered in utter terror, and triedto reach the bags, Init I kept her back. Only with love, my dear, I answered, smihng pleasantly; onlywith love for you. Oh, Fanny, I adore you ! Say you will be my wife. Never ! she answered ; Ill go to Ursa Major first, though Ive^t a big enough bear here, in all conscience. She looked so
. Perfect pearls of poetry and prose; the most unique, touching, inspiring and beautiful literary . he groundor up in the air I like to go the pace, and so do you, Fanny, I know. Goit, you cripples ! ;ind over went another sand-bag. Why, youre mad, surely, she whispered in utter terror, and triedto reach the bags, Init I kept her back. Only with love, my dear, I answered, smihng pleasantly; onlywith love for you. Oh, Fanny, I adore you ! Say you will be my wife. Never ! she answered ; Ill go to Ursa Major first, though Ive^t a big enough bear here, in all conscience. She looked so pretty that I was almost inclined to let her off. (I wasonly trying to frighten her, of course I knew how high we could go safely,well enough, and how valuable the life of Jenkins was to his country,) butresolution is one of the strong points of my character, and when Ivebegun a thing I like to carry it through ; so I threw over another sand-bag, and whistled the Dead !March in Saul. Come, Mr. Jenkins, she said suddenly, come, Tom, let us descendnow, and Ill promise to say notliing whatever about all 592 MAKING LOVE IN A BALLOON. I continued the execution of the Dead March. But if you do not begin the descent at once Ill tell papa the moment 1set foot on the ground. I laughed, seized another bag, and looking steadily at her said:Will you promise to give me your hand ? Ive answered you already, was the reply. Over went the sand, and the solemn notes of the Dead March re-sounded through the car. I thought you were a gentleman, said Fanny rising up in a terriblerage from the bottom of the car, where she had been sitting, and lookingperfectly beautiful in her wrath. I thought you were a gentleman, butI find I was mistaken. Why, a chimney-sweeper would not treat a ladyin such a way. Do you know that you arc risking your own life as wellas mine by your madness ? I explained that I adored her so much that to die in her companywould be perfect bliss, so that I begged she would n
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