{"product_id":"2940012526298","title":"THE MODERN GRISELDA - A Tale","description":"This ebook edition has been proofed and corrected and compiled to be read with without errors!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e***\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAn excerpt from the beginning of:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER I.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Blest as th' immortal gods is he,\u003cbr\u003eThe youth who fondly sits by thee,\u003cbr\u003eWho sees, and hears thee all the while,\u003cbr\u003eSoftly speak and sweetly smile.\"\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIs not this ode set to music, my dear Griselda? said the happy bridegroom to his bride.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYes, surely, my dear; did you never hear it?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNever, and I am glad of it, for I shall have the pleasure of hearing it for the first time, from you, my love—Will you be so kind as to play it for me?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMost willingly, said Griselda, with an enchanting smile; but I am afraid that I shall not be able to do it justice, added she, as she sat down to her harp and threw her white arm across the chords.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCharming! Thank you, my love, said the bridegroom, who had listened with enthusiastic devotion—Will you let me hear it once more?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe complaisant bride repeated the strain.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThank you, my dear love, repeated her husband. This time he omitted the word \"charming\"—She missed it, and pouting prettily, said,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI never can play any thing so well the second time as the first—She paused: but as no compliment ensued, she continued, in a more pettish tone—\"And for that reason, I do hate to be made to play any thing twice over.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI did not know that, my dearest love, or I would not have asked you to do it, but I am the more obliged to you for your ready compliance.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eObliged!—Oh my dear, I am sure you could not be the least obliged to me, for I know I played it horridly, I hate flattery.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI am convinced of that, my dear, and therefore I never flatter: you know I did not say that you played as well the last time as the first, did I?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNo, I did not say you did, cried Griselda, and her colour rose as she spoke; she tuned her harp with some precipitation——\"This harp is terribly out of tune.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIs it? I did not perceive it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDid not you indeed? I am sorry for that.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhy so, my dear?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBecause, my dear, I own that I would rather have had the blame thrown on my harp than upon myself.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBlame! my love!—But I threw no blame either on you or your harp. I cannot recollect saying even a syllable that implied blame.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNo, my dear, you did not say a syllable; but in some cases the silence of those we love is the worst, the most mortifying species of blame.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe tears came into Griselda's beautiful eyes.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMy sweet love, said he, how can you let such a trifle affect you so much?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNothing is a trifle to me, which concerns those I love, said Griselda.——Her husband kissed away the pearly drops which rolled over her vermeil-tinctured cheeks. My love, said he, this is having too much sensibility.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYes, I own I have too much sensibility, said she, too much, a great deal too much, for my own happiness—Nothing ever can be a trifle to me, which marks the decline of the affection of those who are most dear to me.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe tenderest protestations of undiminished and unalterable affection, could not for some time reassure this timid sensibility: but at length the lady suffered herself to be comforted, and with a languid smile, said, that she hoped she was mistaken, that her fears were perhaps unreasonable—that she prayed to Heaven they might in future prove groundless.——\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA few weeks afterwards her husband unexpectedly met with Mr. Granby, a friend, of whose company he was particularly fond; he invited him home to dinner, and was talking over past times in all the gaiety and innocence of his heart, when suddenly his wife rose and left the room.—As her absence appeared to him long, and as he had begged his friend to postpone an excellent story till her return, he went to her apartment and called Griselda!——Griselda, my love!——No Griselda answered—He searched for her in vain in every room in the house—at last in an alcove in the garden, he found the fair dissolved in tears——","brand":"Leila's Books","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47069409378544,"sku":"2940012526298","price":1.49,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940012526298_p0.jpg?v=1763570125","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940012526298","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}