Rosalind: I thought thy heart had been wounded withthe claws of a lion.
Orlando: Wounded it is, but with the eyes of a lady.
As You Like It.
"Then dame Liones said unto Sir Gareth, Sir, I willlend you a ring; but I would pray you as ye love meheartily let me have it again when the tournament is done,for that ring increaseth my beauty much more than it isof itself. And the virtue of my ring is that that is greenit will turn to red, and that is red it will turn in likenessto green, and that is blue it will turn to likeness of white,and that is white, it will turn in likeness to blue, and soit will do of all manner of colours."
Morte D'Arthur.
CHAPTER | |
I | A Telegram from Paul Stoddard |
II | Confidences |
III | I Meet Mr. Reginald Gillespie |
IV | I Explore Tippecanoe Creek |
V | A Fight on a House-Boat |
VI | A Sunday's Mixed Affairs |
VII | A Broken Oar |