Ernest Maltravers, Book 8

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pang I prayed

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is servants were arranging the luggage-he was going that night to Burleigh. London-society-the world-were gr

ion," said the latter, wit

sir? I am

from my cousin-from Florence-there has been some misunderstanding between you. I called on her to-day after you left the house. Her grief affected me. I have only just

owed. And do you think that words that might have plunged me into the guilt of homicide

wind. Don't throw away so sple

ean to impute merce

coward, but I really don't want t

s final-all recurrence to it is painful and

positively

hav

rence made the /a

life, ought never to listen to a syllable against his fair name: his honour is hers, and if her lips, that should breathe comfort in calumny,

am to say to

e I cannot fathom your motives; but if it should so have happened that you have, in any way, ministered to Lady Florence Lascelles' injurious

d not now part without preparations for a more hostile meeting. I can bear your language. /I/, too, though

Lumley, you are innocent

rdially pressed the h

ey turned into Curzon Street, the carriage whirled rapidly past h

knowledge of the human heart, and the smooth speciousness of his manner, to win, at last, in the hand of Lady Florence, the object of his ambition. It was not on her affection, it was on her pique, her resentment, that he relied. "When a woman fancies herself slighted by the man she loves, the first person who proposes must be a clumsy wooer indeed, if he does not carry her away." So reasoned Ferrers, but yet he was ruffled and disquieted; the truth must be spoken,-able, bo

Saxingham's house, and suddenly, by a corner of the street, his arm was seized: to his inexpressibl

alone in the streets, at this hour, in such a

ve quiet, solitude,-still less, the face of my father-I could not!-but quick,

he proud Flore

rence Lascelles. I have do

is such a heart! How

he d

escaped-such was his expression-a marriage in which his h

r arm in his own, her ungloved hand touch

said Ferrers, when they stood beneath the porch. Florence

rers with that unnerved and heav

, Florence recovered herself, for she had not yet done with pride, swept through the hall with her usual stately