Pelham — Volume 05 by Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton
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page 59 of 73 (80%)
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I the less regretted not joining Chester and his party; and you know,
Pelham, that when pleasure pulls one way, and money another, it is all over with the first. Well--to return to my rascal--would you believe, that when we got to Newmarket, he left me at the inn, in order, he said, to fetch the money; and after having kept me in a cold room, with a smoky chimney, for more than an hour, without making his appearance, I sallied out into the town, and found Mr. Dawson quietly seated in a hell with that scoundrel Thornton, whom I did not conceive, till then, he was acquainted with. It seems that he was to win, at hazard, sufficient to pay his wager. You may fancy my anger, and the consequent increase to it, when he rose from the table, approached me, expressed his sorrow, d--d his ill luck, and informed me that he could not pay me for three months. You know that I could not ride home with such a fellow--he might have robbed me by the way--so I returned to my inn--dined--ordered my horse, set off--en cavalier seul--inquired my way of every passenger I passed, and after innumerable misdirections--here I am." "I cannot sympathise with you," said I, "since I am benefitted by your misfortunes. But do you think it very necessary to trot so fast? I fear my horse can scarcely keep up with yours." Tyrrell cast an impatient glance at my panting steed. "It is cursed unlucky you should be so badly mounted, and we shall have a pelting shower presently." In complaisance to Tyrrell, I endeavoured to accelerate my steed. The roads were rough and stony, and I had scarcely got the tired animal into a sharper trot, before--whether or no by some wrench among the deep ruts and flinty causeway--he fell suddenly lame. The impetuosity of Tyrrell broke out in oaths, and we both dismounted to examine the cause of my |
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