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Or was he merely playing a part in Riccabocca's interest; pretending to be the lover, in order to obtain an influence over her mind, rule her through her ambition, and secure an ally against her brother? Was this finesse compatible with Randal's notions of Harley's character?
"Noa, noa, noa," burst forth in a general chorus. "Nay, friends," continued the squire, humbly, and in one of those illustrative aphorisms which, if less subtle than Riccabocca's, were more within reach of the popular comprehension, "nay, we are all human, and every man has his hobby; sometimes he breaks in the hobby, and sometimes the hobby, if it is very hard in the mouth, breaks in him.
This prize Leonard Fairfield had recently won. Riccabocca's self-educated gardener. Attention was now directed to Leonard's mechanical contrivances. The squire, ever eagerly bent on improvements, had brought an engineer to inspect the lad's system of irrigation, and the engineer had been greatly struck by the simple means by which a very considerable technical difficulty had been overcome.
Here Riccabocca's face changed, and assumed an expression of mingled rage and fear. "You must know," he added, sinking his voice, "that Giacomo has seen a strange person loitering about the house, and looking up at the windows; and he has no doubt nor have I that this is some spy or emissary of Peschiera's." "Impossible; how could he discover you?"
Shortly after this discourse of Riccabocca's, an incident occurred to Leonard that served to carry his mind into new directions. One evening, when his mother was out, he was at work on a new mechanical contrivance, and had the misfortune to break one of the instruments which he employed.
On reaching the vicinity of Riccabocca's house, he put up his horse at a little inn, and proceeded on foot across the heathland towards the dull square building, which Leonard's description had sufficed to indicate as the exile's new home. It was long before any one answered his summons at the gate.
PISISTRATUS. "Perfectly clear, sir; but I don't see what it has to do with 'My Novel." MR. CAXTON. "Everything. You have shown us the former in Leonard, when he is sitting in his mother's cottage, or resting from his work by the little fount in Riccabocca's garden.
Riccabocca, in order to render him a great service, would you confide to me that secret?" "That woman has let out her suspicions that I know the exile's retreat," thought Randal; and with quick presence of mind, he replied at once, "My Lord, yonder stands a connection of Dr. Riccabocca's. Mr. Hazeldean is surely the person to whom you should address this inquiry." "Not so, Mr.
Riccabocca, in order to render him a great service, would you confide to me that secret?" "That woman has let out her suspicions that I know the exile's retreat," thought Randal; and with quick presence of mind, he replied at once, "My Lord, yonder stands a connection of Dr. Riccabocca's. Mr. Hazeldean is surely the person to whom you should address this inquiry." "Not so, Mr.
Then, noting Riccabocca's look of surprise, he said, "Excuse me, my friend; I listen to you with renewed interest. Lady Jane was a distant relation of my own; she judged me, perhaps, harshly and I have some painful associations with her name; but she was a woman of many virtues. Your wife knew her?" "Not, however, intimately; still, better than any one else in London.
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