Her
bright eyes flash with temper now and then; how piquant is a temper
in a woman. William is a dear old stupid, how lovable stupid men
can be--especially when wise enough to love us. William does not
shine in conversation; how we hate a magpie of a man. William's
chin is what is called receding, just the sort of chin a beard looks
well on. Bless you, Oberon darling, for that drug; rub it on our
eyelids once again. Better let us have a bottle, Oberon, to keep by
us.
Oberon, Oberon, what are you thinking of? You have given the bottle
to Puck. Take it away from him, quick. Lord help us all if that
Imp has the bottle. Lord save us from Puck while we sleep.
Or may we, fairy Oberon, regard your lotion as an eye-opener, rather
than as an eye-closer? You remember the story the storks told the
children, of the little girl who was a toad by day, only her sweet
dark eyes being left to her. But at night, when the Prince clasped
her close to his breast, lo! again she became the king's daughter,
fairest and fondest of women. There be many royal ladies in
Marshland, with bad complexion and thin straight hair, and the silly
princes sneer and ride away to woo some kitchen wench decked out in
queen's apparel.
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