Let him tease and sting--ah! it will be magnifique: Aha! ze voice will sharpen, go deep; yeas! to be a tale of blood.

Lofe till you could stab yourself:--Brava! But now?
Little fool, I say!" Emilia believed that she was verily forfeiting an empire.

Her face wore a soft look of delight.

This renunciation of a splendid destiny for Wilfrid's sake, seemed to make her worthier of him, and as Mr.Pericles unrolled the list of her rejected treasures, her bosom heaved without a regret.
"Ha!" Mr.Pericles flung away from her: "go and be a little gutter-girl!" The musical connoisseur drew on his own disappointment alone for eloquence.

Had he been thinking of her, he might have touched cunningly on her love for Italy.