What Will He Do With It, Book 2.

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On the seventh day, Lionel met his host in a lane near the house, returning from his habitual ride. The boy walked home by the side of the horseman, patting the steed, admiring its shape, and

e vanity they flatter. Few can ride

said Lionel, laughing. The

n English horse there, so I bought that Andalusian jennet. What has served him at need, no /preux chevalier/ would leave

earn. She pinched for a whole year to have me taug

re, I believe, well off. D

has relations living; sh

onel. He there dropped the subject, and said, after a short pause, "I was not aware that you are a h

; I should lik

our excursions can be but few. On Friday next I shall submit to you a proposition; if you accept it, we shall

ut tell you what recollections of yours

ference and repelled affection. He entered the stable-yard, dismounted; and on returning to Lionel, the sound of the flute stol

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of human life with locks steeped in Malobathran balm and wreathed with that silly myrtle. Horace and I would have quarrelled over the first heady bowl of Massie. We never can quarrel now! Blessed subject and poet-laureate of Qu