Soas Trincolo says, wou'd you were both hang'd for me, for putting me in mind of my Husband.

"The contract," she says, "ran thus: 'I N. promise to take as my husband our Lord Jesus Christ, and to give myself to Him as His spouse, although unworthy.'

Nearly fifteen years ago, I know it for a fact, my husband had a child by a girl who was employed at the works.

"Mr. Oldfield," she softened as she addressed him, but there was a hardness about her every feature and expression, "my husband has not been seen nor heard from since last Sunday, when he left home, and I am almost distracted.

To which cruel question she is reported to have made the sublime answer"Because my son is guilty, and my husband was not.

I've got to run home; I'll tell my husband, then I'll call at your house.

"I'm going to have a house of my own, when I'm grown up," said pretty Del; "I shall have a red carpet and some curtains; my husband will buy me a piano.

And Ishtar thus replies: "The fount I seek, Where I with Tammuz, my first love, may speak; And drink its waters, as sweet nectar-wines, Weep o'er my husband, who in death reclines; My loss as wife with handmaids I deplore, O'er my dear Tammuz let my teardrops pour.

My husband is Lord Hartfield.' 'HartfieldHartfield,' the old man repeated, feebly.

She clapped her hands twice, and then, picking up the bag of money, said to the crestfallen Esáf, "Take back your rupees; I am going home with my husband".

The only Way I can think of to avoid the fatal Consequences of the Discovery of this Matter, is to fly away for ever; which I must do to avoid my Husband's fatal Resentment against the Man who attempts to abuse him, and the Shame of exposing the Parent to Infamy.

They say the old bishop, he prayed 'em down; for he went out a little after on purpose, and gave 'em a precious lot of holy water; most likely he got 'em pretty well under, though my husband's brother says he's heard 'em singing in a small way, like frogs in spring-time; but he gave 'em a pretty wide berth.

I only want to be prettily dressed and see my husband happy.

You are a puissant prince; my husband is one of your vassals, and faith and trust should bind usnot the dangerous bond of love.

Perhaps, had I been able to refrain from speaking to Martin, I might have found the occasion I wished; but how could I conceal my desire from my husband?

I could endure all this, thinking my husband Meant it in sport MRS.

I am my husband's wife, and I must go to my husband.'

'I know,' she said, speaking aloud, but not knowing that she spoke aloud, 'I know that he is my husband.'

"There is no use," she said, "in attempting to hide my husband's life, for every one knows what it was, but

How shall I live afflicted with grief on account of my husband?" "'Unto Bhima's daughter, Damayanti, lamenting forlorn in that forest, the truth-telling ascetics replied, saying, "O blessed and beauteous one, we see by ascetic power that the future will bring happiness to thee, and that thou wilt soon behold Naishadha.

My husband and servant are hearing him; and I have been alone, praying for him, that he may neither go before, nor stay behind the call of God.

My husband did not wish to interrupt the baths he was taking at St. Amand, but he requested me to go to Boulogne, to spend a week with the emperor.

My husband could not understand the fear I felt, nor realize the danger of keeping him.

A few weeks after our return, my husband took his mother to Prairie du Chien for the benefit of medical advice from Dr. Beaumont, of the U.S. Army.

"He is my husband, and you should not speak about him so to me," said Miranda, struggling with her tears, and scarce knowing in what vein to converse with the rude woman, whose strange language bewildered and frightened her.