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silk-worms; of which the young gentleman now, eager to romp with Ireton, thought no more.
"At last, then, I have caught you, my skittish dear!" cried Ireton, while jumping about the little boy, to keep him in good humour. "I have had the devil of a difficulty to contrive it. However, I shall make myself amends now, for they are all going to Arundel Castle, and you and I can pass the morning together."
The indignant look which this boldness excited, he pretended not to observe, and went on.
"I can't possibly be easy without having a little private chat with you. I must consult you about my affairs. I want devilishly to make you my friend. You might be capitally useful to me. And you would find your account in it, I promise you. What sayst thee, my pretty one?"
Juliet, not appearing to hear him, changed the leaves of the silk-worms.
"Can you guess what it is brings me
