...victims. They laughed loudly at their old-fashioned attire, the wide-skirted coats and flapped waistcoasts of the young men, and the ancient cap and gown of...hands in his passionate grasp — another threw his arm about her waist — the third buried his hand among the glossy curls that clustered beneath the...

...gentlemen will be glad of so pretty a partner.' 'Dance with me, Clara !'cried Colonel Killigrew. 'No,no, I will be her partner !' shouted Mr. Gascoigne. '...hands in his passionate grasp — another threw his arm about her waist — the third buried his hand among the glossy curls that clustered beneath the...

...partner !' shouted Mr. Gascoigne. ' She promised me her hand, fifty years ago !' exclaimed Mr. Medbonrne. They all gathered round her. One caught both her hands in his passionate grasp — another threw his arm about her waist — the third buried his hand among the glossy curls that clustered beneath the...

...seated himself in an arm-chair, and strove to imitate the venerable dignity of Dr. Heidegger. Then they all shouted mirthfully, and leaped about the room....hands in his passionate grasp — another threw his arm about her waist — the third buried his hand among the glossy curls that clustered beneath the...

...to pore 'over the black-letter pages of the book of magic ; a third seated himself in an arm chair, and strove to imitate the venerable dignity of Dr....hands in his passionate grasp — another threw his arm about her waist — the third buried his hand among the glossy curls that clustered beneath the...

...Colonel Killigrew. " No, no, I will be her partner ! " shouted Mr. Gascoigne. 262 TWICE-TOLD TALES. " She promised me her hand, fifty years ago!" exclaimed...hands in his passionate grasp, — another threw his arm about her waist, — the third buried his hand among the glossy curls that clustered beneath the...

...tripped up to the doctor's chair, with a mischievous merriment in her rosy face. ' Doctor, you clear old soul,' cried she, ' get up and dance with me !...hands in his passionate grasp — another threw his arm about her waist — the third buried his hand among the glossy curls that clustered beneath the...

...shouted mirthfully, and leaped about the room. The Widow Wycherly — if so fresh a damsel could he called a widow — tripped up to the doctor's chair,...all gathered round her. One caught both her hands in bis passionate grasp — another threw his arm about her waist— -the third buried his hand among...

...no, I will be her partner!" shouted Mr. Gascoigne. " She promised me her hand, fifty years ago I " exclaimed Mr. Medbourne. They all gathered round her....hands in his passionate grasp — another threw his arm about her waist — the third buried his hand among the glossy curls that clustered beneath the...

...cbuii, and strove to imitate the venerable digmty of Dr. Heidegger. Then all shouted mirthfully, afld leaped about the room. The Widow Wycherly — if so...hands in his passionate grasp — another threw his arm about her waist — the third buried his hand among the glossy curls that clustered beneath the...