Part 3 (1/2)
”Is that all?” she says; ”but what a pretty name!”
”Do you like it, really?” asks the forlorn lover
”Indeed I do”
”And may I call you Belle-bouche?”
”If you please”
Jacques feels his heart oppressed with its weight of love He sighs
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”Oh, that was a dreadful heigho!” she says; ”you must be in love”
”I aht color coht cheek, for it is ilance
”Are you?” she says; ”but that is wrong Fie on't! Was ever Corydon really in love with his Chloe--or are his affections always confined to the fluttering ribbons, and the crook, wreathed with flowers, which make her a pleasant object only, like a picture?”
Jacques sighs
”I am not a Corydon,” he says, ”much less have I a Chloe--at least, who treats me as Chloes should treat their faithful shepherds My Chloe runs ahen I approach, and her crook turns into a shadohich I grasp in vain at The shepherdess has escaped!”
”It is well she don't beat you,” says the lovely girl, s
”Beatbetter than to excite some emotion in her tender heart more lively than indifference Perhaps were she to hate me a little, and consequently beatirl laughs
”Would you follow?”
”Ah, yes--for who knows----?”
He pauses, s wistfully
”Ah, finish--finish!+ I know 'tis so pretty by the
”Who knows, I would say, but in following her, fairest Belle-bouche--may I call you Belle-bouche?”
”Oh yes, if you please--if you think it suits ht of her eyes and smiles upon him, until he looks down, blinded
”Pity, pity,” he murmurs, ”pity, dearest Miss Belle-bouche----”