...course of complaining, my fate directed me ; I told her everything, I fairly unbosomed myself to her. ' My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs ; She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man.' In less than a week...

...I^'twas | passing | strange ; | 1*1 | ^'Twas | pitiful, | 1'twas | wonderous | pitiful." | **l**l | 1 She | wish'd ^she | had not | heard it ; | *~\"\ \...wish'd | That | heaven had | made | her | such a | man ; | **1"1 1 she thank'd me '"l And | bade me, | T1 | if I had a | friend that | lov'd her, | **1 I...

...often did beguile ner of her tears, When I did speak of some distressful stroke That my youth suffered. My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs. She said, 'twas strange, indeed, 'twas passing strange ; 'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondreus pitiful She wished...

...did beguile her of her tears, When I did speak of some distressful stroke, That my youth suffer'd. «11 'Jis ; She swore,— In faith, 'twas strange, 'twas pusing strange ; Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful...

...to the reader, who may possibly feel less interested in my fate than did Frederica,—for " My story done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs, She swore—'twas strange, 'twas passing strange: 'Twaspitiful—'twas wondrous pitiful." Her adventures...

...often did beguile her of her tears, When I did speak of some distressful stroke That my youth suffer'd. My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world «Y signs : She swore, in faith, twas strange, was passing strange— 'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous...

...interested him most. But Emily, with pale cheeks and " lips apart," heard me in silent wonder — and My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs. "What course is to be pursued, gentlemen ?" said Mr. Harrison. "Alas! that the child of him I loved...

...interested him most. But Emily, with pale cheeks and " lips apart," heard me in silent wonder — and, My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs. " What course is to be pursued, gentlemen ?" said Mr. Harrison. " Alas ! that the child of him I loved...

...head* Do grow beneath their shoulders," &c. &c. " All this to hear would Desdemona seriously incline ; She swore in faith 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange, ' 'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful," &c. &c. Finally, to cut off a long story which the blackmoor tells to the senators, " She loved him...

...heads Do grow beneath their shoulders," &c. &c. " All this to hear would Desdemona seriously incline ; She swore in faith 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange, Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful," &c. &c. Finally, to cut off a long story which the blackmoor tells to the senators, • " She loved...