"
I thought that under certain circumstances, and with a piece of
rope, it would be very much so, "blasted" or otherwise, but I only
said, "Yes" and sighed.
"'Whence that doleful visage,' Uncle Dick - I mean Little John?
Is Auntie angry with you, too?"
"Yes," I answered, and sighed again.
"Oh!" said the Imp, staring, "an' do you feel like - like - wait
a minute - and once more he drew out and consulted the tattered
volume - "'do you feel like hanging yourself in your sword-belt to
the arm of yonder tree?'" he asked eagerly, with his finger upon a
certain paragraph.
"Very like it, my Imp."
"Or - or 'hurling yourself from the topmost pinnacle of yon lofty
crag?'"
"Yes, Imp; the 'loftier' the better!"
"Then you must be in love, like Alan-a-Dale; he was going to hang
himself, an' 'hurl himself oft the topmost pinnacle,' you know,
only Robin Hood said, 'Whence that doleful visage,' an' stopped
him - you remember?"
"To be sure," I nodded.
"An' so you are really in love with my Auntie Lisbeth, are you?"
"Yes."
"Is that why she's angry with you?"
"Probably.
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