Ernest Maltravers, Book 8

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covertly, that no dishonesty shall appear

n common, when a note was brought to Lumley from Lady Florence.-"This is lucky enough!" said he, as he read it. "Lady F

it was very short, and merely expressed a d

laimed; "can she want to

opped in talking with me, I guess that she has some offer to your worl

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ce is made doubly sure.

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s. Permit me to congratulate you. For myself, I have overcome a vain

most perfect congeniality of temper, pursuits, and minds, can render bearable. How rare is such congeniality

earer to assure me of you

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give it yourself to Lady Florence's servant, and beg him to take it to Seamore Place, wait for an answer, and bring it here; by which t

this," said Cesarini, when he

is note of yours will bring out our scheme more easily; and if you follow my instructions, you will not seem to /volunteer/ showing our handiwork, as we at first intended; but rather to yield it to her eyes, from a generous impulse, from an irresistible desire to save her from an

e Cesarini; and concluded by sentiments of friendship and desire of service, so cordial, so honest, so free from the affectation of patronage, that even Cesarini himself, half insane as he was with passion, was almost softened. Lumley saw the change in his countenance-snatched the letter from his hand-read it-threw it into the fire-and saying, "We must guard against ac