The Disowned — Volume 01 by Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton
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as it is certainly more philosophical, than mine."
They had now reached a part of the road where the country assumed a totally different character; the woods and moors were no longer visible, but a broad and somewhat bleak extent of country lay before them. Here and there only a few solitary trees broke the uniformity of the wide fields and scanty hedgerows, and at distant intervals the thin spires of the scattered churches rose, like the prayers of which they were the symbols, to mingle themselves with heaven. The gypsy paused: "I will accompany you," said he, "no farther; your way lies straight onwards, and you will reach W---- before noon; farewell, and may God watch over you!" "Farewell!" said the youth, warmly pressing the hand which was extended to him. "If we ever meet again, it will probably solve a curious riddle; namely, whether you are not disgusted with the caravan and I with the world!" "The latter is more likely than the former," said the gypsy, for one stands a much greater chance of being disgusted with others than with one's self; so changing a little the old lines, I will wish you adieu after my own fashion, namely, in verse,-- 'Go, set thy heart on winged wealth, Or unto honour's towers aspire; But give me freedom and my health, And there's the sum of my desire!'" |
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