Maud, Locksley hall, and other poems . ringing of it —This blacksmith border-marriage — one they knew —Raw from the nursery — who could trust a child ?That cursed France with her egalities !And did Sir Aylmer (deferentiallyWith nearing chair and lowerd accent) think —For people talkd — that it was wholly wiseTo let that handsome fellow Averill walkSo freely with his daughter ? people talkd —The boy might get a notion into him ;The girl might be entangled ere she Aylmer Aylmer slowly stiffening spoke : The girl and boy, Sir, know their differences ! Good, said his friend, but watch! an
Maud, Locksley hall, and other poems . ringing of it —This blacksmith border-marriage — one they knew —Raw from the nursery — who could trust a child ?That cursed France with her egalities !And did Sir Aylmer (deferentiallyWith nearing chair and lowerd accent) think —For people talkd — that it was wholly wiseTo let that handsome fellow Averill walkSo freely with his daughter ? people talkd —The boy might get a notion into him ;The girl might be entangled ere she Aylmer Aylmer slowly stiffening spoke : The girl and boy, Sir, know their differences ! Good, said his friend, but watch! and he, Enough,More than enough. Sir ! I can guard my parted, and Sir Aylmer Aylmer watchd. Pale, for on her the thunders of the houseHad fallen first, was Edith that same night ;Pale as the Jephthas daughter, a rough pieceOf early rigid colour, under whichWithdrawing by the counter door to thatWhich Leolin opend, she cast back upon himA piteous glance, and vanishd. He, as oneCaught in a burst of unexpected storm,. THE GIRL AND BOY, SIR., KNOW THEIR DIFFERENCES 252 Aylmers Field. And pelted with outrageous epithets,Turning beheld the Powers of the HouseOn either side the hearth, indignant; her,Cooling her false cheek with a , glaring, by his own stale devil spurrd,And, like a beast hard-ridden, breathing , dishonourable, ! trusted as he was with sole succeeder to their wealth, their lands,The last remaining pillar of their house,The one transmitter of their ancient child. Our child! Our heiress! Ours ! for echoes from beyond a hollow, cameHer sicklier iteration. Last he said, Boy, mark me ! for your fortunes are to swear you shall not make them out of inasmuch as you have practised on her,Perplext her, made her half forget from her duty to herself and us —Things in an Aylmer deemd impossible,Far as we track ourselves — I say that this —Else I wi
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