Pelham — Volume 04 by Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton
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Tu aspiri con me
Trema per te!'" "'Io trema' (I replied out of the same opera)--'Io trema--di te!'" "Well," answered Vincent, and his fine high nature overcame his momentary resentment and chagrin at my reception of his offer--"Well, I honour your for your sentiments, though they are opposed to my own. I may depend on your secrecy?" "You may," said I. "I forgive you, Pelham," rejoined Vincent: "we part friends." "Wait one moment," said I, "and pardon me, if I venture to speak in the language of caution to one in every way so superior to myself. No one, (I say this with a safe conscience, for I never flattered my friend in my life, though I have often adulated my enemy)--no one has a greater admiration for your talents than myself; I desire eagerly to see you in the station most fit for their display; pause one moment before you link yourself, not only to a party, but to principles that cannot stand. You have only to exert yourself, and you may either lead the opposition, or be among the foremost in the administration. Take something certain, rather than what is doubtful; or at least stand alone:--such is my belief in your powers, if fairly tried, that if you were not united to those men, I would promise you faithfully to stand or fall by you alone, even if we had not through all England another soldier to our standard; but--" "I thank you, Pelham," said Vincent, interrupting me; "till we meet in public as enemies, we are friends in private--I desire no more.-- |
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