翻寻
5."Let me look," said Archie,rummaging among the shoes scattered on the floor.
7.No, my complete master; but to jig off a tune at the tongue>s end, canary to it with your feet, humour it with turning up your eyelids, sigh a note and sing a note, sometime through the throat, as if you swallowed love with singing love, sometime through the nose, as if you snuff>d up love by smelling love, with your hat penthouse-like o>er the shop of your eyes, with your arms cross>d on your thin-belly doublet, like a rabbit on a spit, or your hands in your pocket, like a man after the old painting; and keep not too long in one tune, but a snip and away.
