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Glumford, having just finished the narration of his bargain, "that it would be better for you to take the high road just at present; for the descent from the footpath is steep and abrupt, and deuced crumbling! so that if your lordship's horse shied or took a wrong step, it might be attended with unpleasant consequences, a fall, or that sort of thing."
"She's too old for that, brother; we'll marry her." "Marry her!" "Yes, to Mr. Glumford; you know that he has asked her several times." "But she cannot bear him." "We'll make her bear him, General St. Leger." "But if she marries, I shall have nobody to nurse me when I have the gout."
"With all my heart!" cried Mr. Glumford, feeling as if a mountain of responsibility were taken from his breast. "And I wish to Heaven you may be transported instead of hanged." But gasping heaved the breath that Lara drew, And dull the film along his dim eye grew.
"A very beautiful animal of your lordship," said Mr. Glumford, spurring his own horse, a heavy, dull quadruped with an obstinate ill-set tail, a low shoulder, and a Roman nose. "I am very partial to horses myself, and love a fine horse as well as anybody."
George Glumford was a country gentleman of what might be termed a third-rate family in the county: he possessed about twelve hundred a year, to say nothing of the odd pounds, shillings, and pence, which, however, did not meet with such contempt in his memory or estimation; was of a race which could date as far back as Charles the Second; had been educated at a country school with sixty others, chiefly inferior to himself in rank; and had received the last finish at a very small hall at Oxford.
Leger and his unmarried sister there seemed to be every rational probability of her inheriting the bulk of their fortunes. Upon these hints of prudence spake Mr. George Glumford.
"Nay," returned Brown, prudently, "I cannot exactly pretend to decide the question: all I know is that Squire Glumford said to me, at his own house, five days ago, as he was drawing on his boots, 'Brown, said he, 'Brown, mark my words, we shall do for those rebellious dogs!" "Did he say so?" muttered Wolfe, between his teeth.
"Good heavens!" cried Glumford, who had sat quietly upon his dozing horse, watching the result of the dispute, "what have you done? you have killed his lordship, positively killed him, and his horse, too, I dare say. You shall be hanged for this, sir, as sure as I am a magistrate, and that sort of thing."
"Ay," replied the worthy Brown: "I thought it likely I should meet many of my old customers in the town on such a busy occasion; so I went a little out of my way home to London, in order to spend a night or two there. Indeed, I have some valuable articles for Mr. Glumford, the magistrate, who will be in attendance to-morrow."
We haste,-the chosen and the lovely bringing; Love still goes with her from her place of birth; Deep, silent joy, within her soul is springing, Though in her glance the light no more is mirth. Mrs. "Damn it!" said the General. "The vile creature!" cried Miss Diana. "I don't understand things of that sort," ejaculated the bewildered Mr. Glumford. "She has certainly gone," said the valiant General.
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