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The Caxtons — Volume 05 by Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton
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"We shall see," said my father. "Open the window; this room is
stifling."

I opened the window, which looked on the Strand. The noise, the voices,
the trampling feet, the rolling wheels, became loudly audible. My
father leaned out for some moments, and I stood by his side. He turned
to me with a serene face. "Every ant on the hill," said he, "carries
its load, and its home is but made by the burden that it bears. How
happy am I! how I should bless God! How light my burden! how secure my
home!"

My mother came in as he ceased. He went up to her, put his arm round
her waist and kissed her. Such caresses with him had not lost their
tender charm by custom: my mother's brow, before somewhat ruffled, grew
smooth on the instant. Yet she lifted her eyes to his in soft surprise.

"I was but thinking," said my father, apologetically, "how much I owed
you, and how much I love you!"




CHAPTER II.


And now behold us, three days after my arrival, settled in all the state
and grandeur of our own house in Russell Street, Bloomsbury, the library
of the Museum close at hand. My father spends his mornings in those
lata silentia, as Virgil calls the world beyond the grave. And a world
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