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Eugene Aram — Volume 04 by Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton
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loath me as a villain!"

"Heyday, Dicky!" said the woman, clinging to him, "don't take on so, who
so fond of you as me?--what's a brat like that!"

"Curse on you, hag!" exclaimed Houseman, dashing her to the ground with a
rude brutality, "you love me! Pah! My child,--my little Jane,--my pretty
Jane,--my merry Jane,--my innocent Jane--I will seek her instantly--
instantly; what's money? what's ease,--if--if--" And the father, wretch,
ruffian as he was, stung to the core of that last redeeming feeling of
his dissolute nature, struck his breast with his clenched hand, and
rushed from the room--from the house.





CHAPTER VII.

MADELINE, HER HOPES.--A MILD AUTUMN CHARACTERISED.
--A LANDSCAPE.--A RETURN.

'Tis late, and cold--stir up the fire,
Sit close, and draw the table nigher;
Be merry and drink wine that's old,
A hearty medicine 'gainst a cold,
Welcome--welcome shall fly round!
--Beaumont and Fletcher: Song in the Lover's Progress.

As when the Great Poet,--
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