Darwin, Florence Henrietta Fisher, Lady, 1864-1920 / 2008-09-30 00:00:00

O, there's a sort of a change, Andrew.
ANDREW. [Slowly.] O Mill, that's good hearing. What sort of a
change is it then?
ANNET. 'Tis very hard to say, Andrew.
ANDREW. Look you, Mill, 'tis more than a five year that I've been a-
courting of you faithful.
ANNET. [Sighing.] Indeed it is, Andrew.
ANDREW. And I've never got naught but blows for my pains.
ANNET. [Beginning to speak in a gentle voice and ending sharply.] O
I'm so sorry--No--I mean--'Tis your own fault, Andrew.
ANDREW. But I would sooner take blows from you than sweet words from
another, Millie.
ANNET. I could never find it in my heart to--I mean, 'tis as well
that you should get used to blows, seeing we're to be wed, Andrew.
ANDREW. Then 'tis to be! O Millie, this is brave news--Why, I do
scarcely know whether I be awake or dreaming.
ANNET. [Very sadly.] Very likely you'll be glad enough to be
dreaming a month from now, poor Andrew.
ANDREW. [Drawing nearer.] I am brave, Millie, now that you speak to
me so kind and gentle, and I'll ask you to name the day.
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