A great danger hangs over you, and a deep temptation.
And if you weather this storm, you may be chamberlain, prime minister, emperor, if you will.

And you shall be--by the four archangels, you shall!' And the old woman vanished down a by-lane, leaving Raphael utterly bewildered.
'Moses and the prophets! Does the old lady intend to marry me?
What can there be in this very lazy and selfish personage who bears my name, to excite so romantic an affection?
Well, Raphael Aben-Ezra, thou hast one more friend in the world beside Bran the mastiff; and therefore one more trouble--seeing that friends always expect a due return of affection and good offices and what not.

I wonder whether the old lady has been getting into a scrape kidnapping, and wants my patronage to help her out of it....

Three-quarters of a mile of roasting sun between me and home!....

I must hire a gig, or a litter, or some-thing, off the next stand ....