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* It will be seen in Vol.I.Letter XXXIV. that Mr. Lovelace's motive for sparing his Rosebud was twofold. First, Because his pride was gratified by the grandmother's desiring him to spare her grand-daughter. Many a pretty rogue, say he, had I spared, whom I did not spare, had my power been acknowledged, and my mercy in time implored.
"Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage." True, but the model prison was not invented then, nor was the silent system in vogue. Lovelace's apartment was, perhaps, not so scrupulously clean as mine, but it commanded a finer prospect. He knew nothing of the horror of opaque windows, and his iron bars did not exclude the air and light.
She and all the world know how much I love you: and so I would have them. It is an honour to me to love a young lady who is and ever was an honour to all her family, let them say what they will. * It is easy for such of the readers as have been attentive to Mr. Something they pretend to have come at from one of Mr. Lovelace's servants, which they hope to make something of.
Curiosity begets curiosity. I believe that's the thing. She proceeded to praise Mr. Lovelace's person, and his qualifications natural and acquired. But still obedience without reserve, reason what I will, is the burden of my mother's song: and this, for my sake, as well as for yours. I must needs say, that I think duty to parents is a very meritorious excellence.
All my dependence, all my hopes, are in your mother's favour. But for that, I know not what I might do: For who can tell what will come next? I am just returned from depositing the letter I so lately finished, and such of Mr. Lovelace's letters as I had not sent you. My long letter I found remaining there so you will have both together. I am convinced, methinks, it is not with you.
As Livingstone brought Richards crashing to the ground, the ball was safely in Lovelace's hands. Lovelace was about half-way between mid-field and the twenty-five. He ran a few yards, steadied himself, and took a drop. In deadly silence the School watched the flight of the ball. It sailed high and straight towards the goal. "It's over," murmured the Chief excitedly.
He then made a grateful proposal to me: 'that I would send for my Norton to attend me.* * The reader is referred to Mr. Lovelace's next letter, for his motives in making the several proposals of which the Lady is willing to think so well. He saw by my eyes, he said, that he had at last been happy in an expedient, which would answer the wishes of us both.
Some things are laid at your door, as if you concurred with Lovelace's threatened violence to carry you off, which your mother will not believe. She will tell you her own good opinion of you. She will tell you how much she still loves you; and what she expects of you on the approaching occasion.
My brother's counsel, heretofore given, to turn me out of doors to my evil destiny, may again be repeated, and may prevail; then shall I be in no worse case than now, as to the displeasure of my friends; and thus far better, that it will not be my fault that I seek another protection: which even then ought to be my cousin Morden's, rather than Mr. Lovelace's, or any other person's.
He opened the volume where he had left off, with Lovelace's letter after he had spent the night waiting fruitlessly in the copse. "Good God! "What is now to become of me? "My feet benumbed by midnight wanderings through the heaviest dews that ever fell; my wig and my linen dripping with the hoarfrost dissolving on them! "Day but just breaking...." etc.
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