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He was a canter, Crauford a hypocrite: his uttered opinions were, like Crauford's, different from his conduct; but he believed the truth of the former even while sinning in the latter; he canted so sincerely that the tears came into his eyes when he spoke.
Tired of her person, and profiting by her gentleness of temper, he sent her to an obscure corner of the country, to starve upon the miserable pittance which was all he allowed her from his superfluities. Even then such is the effect of the showy proprieties of form and word Mr. Crauford sank not in the estimation of the world.
Crauford left the shop. "Hurra!" said he, almost audibly, when he was once more in the street, "hurra! my victim is made; my game is won: death or the devil fights for me. But, hold: there are other booksellers in this monstrous city! ay, but not above two or three in our philosopher's way. I must forestall him there, so, so, that is soon settled.
A small thin man, bowing at every step, entered. "Ah! Bradley, is it you, my good fellow?" said Crauford: "glad to see you, a fine morning: but what brings you from town so early?" "Why, sir," answered Mr. Bradley, very obsequiously, "something unpleasant has "
A small thin man, bowing at every step, entered. "Ah! Bradley, is it you, my good fellow?" said Crauford: "glad to see you, a fine morning: but what brings you from town so early?" "Why, sir," answered Mr. Bradley, very obsequiously, "something unpleasant has "
Crauford ground his teeth. He was about to reply impetuously, but he checked himself. "I am not going," thought he, "to communicate my own share of this plot, but merely to state that a plot does exist, and then to point out in what manner he can profit by it; so far, therefore, there is no guilt in his concealment, and, consequently, no excuse for him to break his vow."
I need not, after what I have stated, assure you, that it is with the most heartfelt satisfaction that I offer you my warmest congratulations...." The following is from his eldest sister, Mrs. Joseph Lefanu: "16th February, 1787. "The day before yesterday I received the account of your glorious speech. Mr. Crauford was so good as to write a more particular and satisfactory one to Mr.
"True," answered Crauford, "a very awful night; but we are all safe under the care of Providence. Jesus! what a flash! Think you it is a favourable opportunity for our conversation?" "Why not?" said Glendower; "what have the thunders and wrath of Heaven to do with us?" "H-e-m! h-e-m! God sees all things," rejoined Crauford, "and avenges Himself on the guilty by His storms!"
Go down to Dawlish, and see if she won't die soon. Healthy situation, I fear, devilish unlucky, must be changed. Mem. Swamps in Essex. Who's that?" A knock at the door disturbed Mr. Crauford in his meditations. He started up, hurried the bottle and glass under the sofa, where the descending drapery completely hid them; and, taking up a newspaper, said in a gentle tone, "Come in."
Why, there is that man, the very pink of integrity and rectitude, he is now only wanting temptation to fall; and he will fall, in a fine phrase, too, I'll be sworn! And then, having once fallen, there will be no medium: he will become utterly corrupt; while I, honest Dick Crauford, doing as other wise men do, cheat a trick or two, in playing with fortune, without being a whit the worse for it.
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