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The Caxtons — Volume 05 by Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton
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understand, the better will the butter sell, Jack," said my father,
settling back to his notes.




CHAPTER III.


Uncle Jack had made up his mind to lodge with us, and my mother found
some difficulty in inducing him to comprehend that there was no bed to
spare.

"That's unlucky," said he. "I had no sooner arrived in town than I was
pestered with invitations; but I refused them all, and kept myself for
you."

"So kind in you, so like you!" said my mother; "but you see--"

"Well, then, I must be off and find a room. Don't fret; you know I can
breakfast and dine with you all the same,--that is, when my other
friends will let me. I shall be dreadfully persecuted." So saying,
Uncle Jack repocketed his prospectus and wished us good-night.

The clock had struck eleven, my mother had retired, when my father
looked up from his books and returned his spectacles to their case. I
had finished my work, and was seated over the fire, thinking now of
Fanny Trevanion's hazel eyes, now, with a heart that beat as high at the
thought, of campaigns, battle-fields, laurels, and glory; while, with
his arms folded on his breast and his head drooping, Uncle Roland gazed
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