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1910 · PDF PAGE 148

The Winged Beetle

…ne limb is dead In feeling as in motion. This remains To ask : Will all catch death—how soon ? This head Excites its miserable brains To think the word it knows by intellect To be the right word—pity ! Then reflect : “ Pitiful ! Pitiful ! most pitiful ! The pity of it ! Think of the love past, Blossoms too beautiful ! Think of the hardships conquered comrade-wise ! Think of the babe and its most piteous end ! ” —All these things sound like lies. I do not comprehend Anything of them—“ Pity ! pity ! pity ! ” ’Tis like the dripping of some stagnan…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 68

The Winged Beetle

58 THE DUELLISTS Just this ! you allow, you forbid, you excite me As you think just enough to enslave me ; you slight me As you think may just pique me ; a temperance revel ! As if such a red little beetle could bite me ! I see, and I laugh in my sleeve at, the game. I have played it myself—the rules are the same. But it cannot be played on an expert, my pretty ! You forget that the Jinn are the children of flame ! Without and beyond and above I abide. Every move I foresee ; I foretell every tide, The eclipse and the comet, the oiled and the gr…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 33

The Winged Beetle

…nkeydom. But !—all who urged that hermit to confess Caught the infection of his happiness. I would it were my fate to dree his weird ; I think that I will grow an elfin beard.

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1910 · PDF PAGE 193

The Winged Beetle

… Nurse comes forward and soothes him. NURSE. You must really be more careful of my patient, Thomas. THOMAS. I humbly beg pardon, miss. I think the balls is gritty, miss. I’ll ile ’em to-morrow. GRANDFATHER. There, you see, Nurse is the only one that loves me. I should like to marry you, Nurse, eh ? And cut ’em all out ? MRS. OSSORY. [Glares at Nurse in silence, not trusting herself to speak to her.] Now, grandpa, don’t be silly ! You know how we all love you ! [She goes to the chair and shakes it, unseen.] Thomas, there you are again ! How can …

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1910 · PDF PAGE 206

The Winged Beetle

196 MR TODD MRS. OSSORY. Tête-à-tête ! But would that be quite proper, Professor ? CARR. How very English !—all you English think that. But—royalty has its own etiquette. [Enter CHARLEY. Come along, Charley boy, and show me how the new engine works ! Never mind that old frump of a Duchess, Mrs. Ossory— perhaps Mr. Todd may call. [Goes out with CHARLEY. MRS. OSSORY. I do hope he meant it. But he’s such a terrible man for pulling legs, as they call it.—I can’t think where Euphemia picks up all her slang !—If that plain, quiet man should really be…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 203

The Winged Beetle

…three thou- sand a year of her own. OSSORY. That’s just what I say. The workhouse ! EUPHEMIA. My dear father, I really can’t pity you. I think you’re a fool, and you’ve insulted me. Good morning ! [She goes out. OSSORY. Oh, the disgrace of it, the shame of it ! She little knows—How will the Receiver look at that Gala- pagos turtle deal ? Receivers are damned fools. And juries are worse. Ah, Phemie, so little a sacrifice for the father who has given all for you—and she refuses ! Cruel ! Cruel ! Which way can I turn ? Is there nobody whose credit…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 158

The Winged Beetle

…n on that very day. The Cadi and the Caid wept ; They thought a promise should be kept. “ Be calm ” (said they) “ and do not strive ! We think of burning you alive.” “ Shame ! ” said the wretch. “ ’Tis cruel to Burn me because I am a Jew ! ” The wise old Cadi wagged his head. “ I do not see a Jew,” he said. “ This clear distinction must be made. We only burn a renegade.” The fire they burnt Abdullah at Went merrily ; for he was fat.

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1910 · PDF PAGE 119

The Winged Beetle

CLYTIE 109 Hold me ! he must not think I yearned—he is too master- ful—beware ! Oh, should he guess this body burned, shame, shame—how should a maiden fare ? Nay, girls, I know. But Pan hath wrought this marvel on my wanton’s will, Filling it with one virgin thought, as strong as summer, and as still. Ah hold ! my body breaks away maugre your weakling struggles. Hold ! Nay ! my soul faints ; the stinging spray lures like his kisses did of old. Free ! Now stand back ! How good it is—how good it is to be alive ! How good to swim for the first kis…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 225

The Winged Beetle

… ! Hast thou no shame ? and hast thou no alarm Whose mirror shows thee thy decaying charm ? Hath not the vastness of the evil thing Thou think’st thee wise of, sent thee shuddering When Nature—grand, persistent, tenebrous— Uses thee, woman, thee, princess of pus, Vile animal !—to slay a genius ? O golden mire ! fame ignominious !

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1910 · PDF PAGE 209

The Winged Beetle

…go out. [The child turns ; and, finding himself alone, begins to cry. CHARLEY. My nice man has gone away. Old Todd has taken him away. I think I hate that old Todd ! [Enter TODD. I hate you ! I hate you ! Where is my nice man ? [TODD whispers in his ear. Oh, I see. It is when people get to be grown-ups that they don’t like you any more. But I like you, Mr. Todd. Carry me pick-a-back ! [TODD takes CHARLEY on his shoulder, and goes dancing from the room, the boy crowing with delight. CURTAIN.

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1910 · PDF PAGE 16

The Winged Beetle

…river, Through lotus gardens of the sleepy gods, On hills where every timid oread tries Blue gentian as disguise From holier (though she think profaner) eyes, On seas where, it may be, (to even the odds !) Each nymph and undine issues from the foam Armed with a pearly mirror and with a coral comb To tire her beauty, lure me to the lakes Of light where strikes the day to hyaline floors Whereon blithe fish and emerald water snakes Play all the day, and all their innocence adores Is some old anchor with its rusty flakes Fallen from God knows what …

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1910 · PDF PAGE 195

The Winged Beetle

… Cheops, ever since that night on the Great Pyramid ! EUPHEMIA. [Hides her head in his bosom.] Oh shame, shame ! CARR. Not a bit of it ! Think of the infinite clearness of the night— “ The magical green of the sunset, The magical blue of the Nile.” The rising of the great globed moon—the stars starting from their fastnesses like sentries on the alarm—the isolation of our stance upon the summit—the faery dis- tance of Cairo and its spear-sharp minarets—and we— and we— EUPHEMIA. Oh me ! Oh me !

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1910 · PDF PAGE 198

The Winged Beetle

…m to go to Constantinople—I may be a month away—and—I want to see you first. EUPHEMIA. Of course, to say good-bye. It is sweet of you to think of us, Monsieur Delhomme.

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1910 · PDF PAGE 188

The Winged Beetle

…ng that I can do— MRS. OSSORY [“ conventionally ”]. Pray do not leave us yet, Monsieur Delhomme. Lunch is just ready. DELHOMME. I really think that I should go. [He shakes hands. MRS. OSSORY. Good morning. We are so grateful for your sympathy and kindness. [He turns to the old man.] Grandfather is asleep. [DELHOMME shakes hands coldly with CARR, wonder- ing why he does not offer to come with him. He goes to EUPHEMIA. EUPHEMIA. [Jumps up and gives her hand, hiding her tear-stained face. She has a slight lisp.] Good morning, monsieur. [He bends o…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 192

The Winged Beetle

182 MR TODD CARR. Oh, Todd’s a good sort ! I think I must be going, sir. EUPHEMIA. I wish you would stay and help me with the letters, Mr. Carr. We shall have a great deal to do in the next day or two. CARR. Well, if you really wish it, I will try and be of what service I can. [CARR, with his back to audience, laughs with his hands, behind it. MRS. OSSORY. That is indeed kind of you, Professor ! [CARR’S hand-laugh grows riotous. GRANDFATHER. Where is Nurse ? I want my whisky and milk. MRS. OSSORY. [Rings.] I shall go down to lunch, Alfred. Lunc…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 204

The Winged Beetle

…The fact is, I’m damnably worried over pay-day. I don’t know you very well, but I have a sound business proposition to put before you. I think you might help me. God knows I have tried every one else. Now—— [TODD takes him by the shoulder and whispers in his ear. Why, really, that is good of you—damned good of you ! Why, damme, sir ! you’re a public benefactor. Come, let us arrange the preliminaries—— [They go out, OSSORY clinging tightly to TODD’S arm. Enter MRS. OSSORY and CARR, dressed for walking. MRS. OSSORY. She cut me ! You saw it ! She …

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1910 · PDF PAGE 190

The Winged Beetle

…RY. Nonsense, nonsense, my dear ! He was not even in the car. MRS. OSSORY. It was his car, Alfred. OSSORY. You’re a fool, Emily. CARR. I think Mr. Ossory means that we could hardly hold him responsible if one of his steamers ran down a poor polar bear on a drifting iceberg. MRS. OSSORY. I know I’m quite unreasonable ; it’s an instinct, and intuition. You know Saga of Bond Street said how psychic I was ! [During the next few speeches CARR and EUPHEMIA correspond by signs and winks. GRANDFATHER. When I was in Australia forty-four years ago there …

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1910 · PDF PAGE 200

The Winged Beetle

…e runs out of the room. DELHOMME. [Utterly dazed]. I—I—oh, my god ! My father ! My God ! I thought her—oh, I dare not say it— I will not think it. [On his knees, clutching at the chair.] My god, what shall I do ! She was my life, my hope, my flower, my star, my sun ! What shall I do ! Help me ! help me ! Who shall console me ? [He continues in silent prayer, sobbing]. [The door opens ; MR. TODD steals into the room on tiptoe, bends over him and whispers in his ear. The expression of anguish falls from his face ; a calm steals over him ; he smil…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 201

The Winged Beetle

… you are a doctor ? I can get nobody to do me any good. [TODD whispers in his ear. The old man brightens up at once. Why, yes ! I should think that would relieve me at once. Very good ! Very good ! [TODD wheels him out of the room, the old man laughing and chuckling. Enter OSSORY and EUPHEMIA, talking.

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1910 · PDF PAGE 196

The Winged Beetle

…ne ? Dead, poor soul ! Never mind, silly, you told me most dramatically, and it shall be counted unto you for righteousness. EUPHEMIA. I think you’re the greatest brute in the world—and I love you. CARR. How reciprocal of you ! EUPHEMIA. Sweet ! CARR. On my honour, I haven’t a single chocolate on me. Have a cigar ? [Business with case. EUPHEMIA. Be serious ! You must marry me at once. CARR. Then how can I be serious ! I understand from

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