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The Disowned, Volume 1.

Chapter 4 No.4

Word Count: 1929    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

have you none for

geons.-Love

his way with the light step and

last letter I shall ever have from home but it is no home to me now; and I-I, insulted, reviled, trampled upon, without even a name-well, well, I will earn a still fairer one than that of my forefathers. They shall be proud to own me yet." And with these words the speaker broke off abruptly, with a swelling chest and

his lane, he was somewhat startled by the abrupt appearance of a horseman, whose steed leaped the hedge so close to our hero as almost to endanger his safety. The rider, a gentleman of

aveller; and before they had flowed into a fresh channel he found himself in the town and at the door of the inn to which his exped

for me, I believe," said the you

-the name, if

youth; "the initials C. L.,

ame last night by the van; and a l

r to C. L. could possibly be about; meanwhile mine hostess, raising her hand to a shelf on which stood an Indian slop-b

e youth; "show me a pr

vate room for?" thought

riffin, No. 4, John Merrylac

a small square asylum for town travellers, country yeomen, and "single gentlemen;" presenting, on the one side,

. 4), watched the waiter out of the room, seized his letter, broke op

ow nothing can persuade me to alter. Be the name you have so long iniquitously borne henceforth and always forgotten; upon that condition you may yet hope from my

inclosure: it was an order payable in London for 1,000

so! With this will I carve my way: many a name

the stable-yard, threw open the window and leaned out, apparently in earnest admiration of two pigs which marched gruntingly towards him, one goat regaling himself u

n the rough pavement, a bell rang, a dog barked, the pigs grunted, the hostler ran ou

seman was a personage of no mean importance; and indeed there was som

the youth, as the hors

of the inn: the questi

poverty!" said the hos

" said th

springing flowers of a small garden. Wearied with the sameness of No. 4 rather than with his journey, he sauntered

nd emporium of all his plans and thoughts, London. As, full of this resolution and buried in the dream which it conjured up, he was returning

ake, sir, lo

ciously he had passed just behind the heels of the stranger's horse, which being by no means in good humour with the clumsy manoeuvres of his shampooer, the hostler, h

gave somewhat of a modish and therefore unseemly grace to a solemn eye; a mouth drawn down at the corners; a nose that had something in it exceedingly consequential; eyebrows sage and shaggy; ears large and fiery; and a chin that would have done honour to a mandarin. Now Mr. Jeremiah Bossolton had a certain peculiarity of speech to which I shall find it difficult to do justice. Nature had impressed upon his mind a prodigious love of the grandiloquent; Mr. Bossolton, therefore, disdained the exact language of the vulgar, and built

"has elapsed since this deeply-to-be-regretted an

no further delay, I beseech you, but ex

rdaunt, even at the earliest period of civilization, delay in matters of judgment has ever been considered of such vital importance, and-and such important vitality, th

and even artificial softness and civility, "have the k

e speaker, and without a moment's hesitation proceeded to

ation of any hard substance, like the hoof of a quadruped, to the soft, tender, and carniferous parts of the human frame, s

n, is the bone brok

young frames, was sufficiently recovered to mark and reply to the kind solicitude of the last speaker: "I thank you, sir,"

e investigation, and the analysis of certain studies are in general better acquainted with those studies than they who have neither given

rrupted Mr. Mordaunt, in that sweet and honeyed tone which som

to urge the application of liniments and bandages, which he promised to prep

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