Spoke like a well-bred Person, by Fortune: I see there's hopes of thee, Celinda; thou wilt in time learn to make a very fashionable Wife, having so much Beauty too.

Mel. Evadne, thou wilt to thy trade again.

" "Settle that as thou wilt with thy conscience, Hoseathou hast confessed to the money, and here are jewels for the pledgeI ask only the sequins.

The little dandy in his smug black garments with his diamond stud gleaming in the ivy-bosomed shirt (his rings had been given to Miss Birdie), with his features wilting like the wild pansies in the lapel of his coat, dwindled to an amorphous streak beneath the keen glance of my burly brother.

She wilted under her own disdain.

Helen, forsoothdare ye name her, O Thing?" Now before Beltane's swift and blazing anger the Pardoner's assurance wilted on the instant, and he cowered behind a lifted elbow.

Assist me in contriving the means of my escape; thou wilt then reign alone; thou wilt at once make me happy and rid thyself of a rival.

""That is not enough," replied Isfendiyár, "thou must be fettered.""Then do not bind my arms, and take whatever thou wilt from me.

Ask what thou wilt of me, Guy of Gisbourne, and it is thine!"

Pictures focussed on woman in all her varied moods and flattered the male mind by portraying her wilting with sadness when deprived of husband or lover.

All her customary energy wilted before it, and yet she was strangely restless also.

If love for love thou wilt na gie, At least be pity to me shown!

Wilt thou indeed Safety and love upon a youth bestow, And fondly tender him earth's fairest joy Unto my friend, more worthy than myself, Impart thy favors; 'mong yon rocks he roves.

"I am indeed rejoiced," returned the king, "as thou now wilt without doubt proceed to heal my son, who has lain in a trance for twenty-nine days.

I left her wilting in the big chair, staring hard into the fireplace that Clem had rilled with summer green things.

At the cries raised by the child, his brother casteth himself at the feet of Childebert, and clinging to his knees, saith amidst his sobs, 'Aid me, good father, that I die not like my brother.' Childebert, his visage bathed in tears, saith to Clotaire, 'Dear brother, I crave thy mercy for his life; I will give thee whatsoever thou wilt as the price of his soul; I pray thee, slay him not.'