Eugene Aram — Volume 05 by Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton
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"Lord bless your honour's good heart; thankye; and--and"--laying his hand on the bridle--"your honour did say, the bit cot should be rent-free. You see, your honour," quoth the Corporal, drawing up with a grave smile, "I may marry some day or other, and have a large family; and the rent won't sit so easy then--augh!" "Let go the rein, Bunting--and consider your house rent-free." "And, your honour--and--" But Walter was already in a brisk trot; and the remaining petitions of the Corporal died in empty air. "A good day's work, too," muttered Jacob, hobbling homeward. "What a green un 'tis still! Never be a man of the world--augh!" For two hours Walter did not relax the rapidity of his pace; and when he did so at the descent of a steep hill, a small country town lay before him, the sun glittering on its single spire, and lighting up the long, clean, centre street, with the good old-fashioned garden stretching behind each house, and detached cottages around, peeping forth here and there from the blossoms and verdure of the young may. He rode into the yard of the principal inn, and putting up his horse, inquired in a tone that he persuaded himself was the tone of indifference, for Miss Lester's house. "John," said the landlady, (landlord there was none,) summoning a little boy of about ten years old--"run on, and shew this gentleman the good lady's house: and--stay--his honour will excuse you a moment--just take |
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