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Updated: May 11, 2025
That such contrasts, though rarely and as by chance, are found, every one who has carefully examined the wastes and deserts of life must own. I have drawn Alice Darvil scrupulously from life, and I can declare that I have not exaggerated hue or lineament in the portrait.
Darvil himself was urging on the jaded and sorry horse, and his broad back was turned towards Alice; the rain, from which, in his position, he was but ill protected by the awning, dripped dismally from his slouched hat; and now, as he turned round, and his sinister and gloomy gaze rested upon the face of Alice, his bad countenance, rendered more haggard by the cold raw light of the cheerless dawn, completed the hideous picture of unveiled and ruffianly wretchedness.
Why, old fellow, I, Luke Darvil, I, the vagabond I whom you would have sent to the treadmill for being poor, and calling on my own daughter I am as rich as you are here and as great, and as strong, and as powerful."
Lord! how I should like to have you on the roadside instead of within these four gimcrack walls. Ha! ha! the argufying would be all in my favour then." The banker was not a brave man, and his colour changed slightly at the intimation of this obliging wish. Darvil eyed him grimly and chucklingly. The rich man resumed: "That may or may not be, Mr.
Have lived but on this earth a few sad years; And so my lot was ordered, that a father First turned the moments of awakening life To drops, each poisoning youth's sweet hope." "Cenci." FROM accompanying Maltravers along the noiseless progress of mental education, we are now called awhile to cast our glances back at the ruder and harsher ordeal which Alice Darvil was ordained to pass.
From the window, a sad and straining eye gazed upon the gayer equipage of the peer that eye which Maltravers would have given his whole fortune to meet again. But he did not look up; and Alice Darvil turned away, and her fate was fixed! "Strange fits of passion I have known. And I will dare to tell." " * The food of hope Is meditated action." MALTRAVERS left Doningdale the next day.
Darvil did not reply, and the officers, accustomed to hold life cheap, moved on towards him their pistols cocked and levelled. Darvil fired one of the men staggered and fell. With a kind of instinct Darvil had singled out the one with whom he had before wrestled for life. The ruffian waited not for the others he turned and fled along the fields.
"At least, it is the best I can get," returned Darvil, carelessly; "and after all, it is not a bad chance day's work. But I'm sure I can't say where the money shall be sent. I don't know a man who would not grab it." Wherever you are staying, any banker can effect this for you. But mind, if ever you overdraw the account stops."
The banker was a man prudent to a fault, and he pushed his chair six inches back, as he concluded his survey. "Sir," then said he, very quietly, "do not let us misunderstand each other. Your daughter is safe from your control if you molest her, the law will protect " "She is not of age," said Darvil. "Your health, old boy."
The banker's senses were sharpened by fear, but they were not so sharp as those of Darvil; he heard nothing but the rain pattering on the leaves, and the rush of water in the ditch at hand.
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