The Castle Inn by Stanley John Weyman
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LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS THE ANSWER WAS A BLINDING FLASH OF LIGHT AND A SHOT. 'TOMMY, WHO IS--THIS--FELLOW?' HE CRIED. 'YOUR LADYSHIP'S MOST HUMBLE SERVANT,' HE SAID. HE WOULD FALL SILENT IN JULIA'S COMPANY. 'AND DRINK HER, YOU ENVIOUS BEGGARS! DRINK HER!' ON THE THRESHOLD, ... STOOD MR. DUNBOROUGH. THE CASTLE INN CHAPTER I A KNIGHT-ERRANT About a hundred and thirty years ago, when the third George, whom our grandfathers knew in his blind dotage, was a young and sturdy bridegroom; when old Q., whom 1810 found peering from his balcony in Piccadilly, deaf, toothless, and a skeleton, was that gay and lively spark, the Earl of March; when _bore_ and _boreish_ were words of _haut ton_, unknown to the vulgar, and the price of a borough was 5,000_l_.; |
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