The Disowned — Volume 01 by Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton
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leaped the hedge so close to our hero as almost to endanger his
safety. The rider, a gentleman of about five-and-twenty, pulled up, and in a tone of great courtesy apologized for his inadvertency; the apology was readily admitted, and the horseman rode onwards in the direction of W----. Trifling as this incident was, the air and mien of the stranger were sufficient to arrest irresistibly the thoughts of the young traveller; and before they had flowed into a fresh channel he found himself in the town and at the door of the inn to which his expedition was bound. He entered the bar; a buxom landlady and a still more buxom daughter were presiding over the spirits of the place. "You have some boxes and a letter for me, I believe," said the young gentleman to the comely hostess. "To you, sir!--the name, if you please?" "To--to--to C---- L----," said the youth; "the initials C. L., to be left till called for." "Yes, sir, we have some luggage; came last night by the van; and a letter besides, sir, to C. L. also." The daughter lifted her large dark eyes at the handsome stranger, and felt a wonderful curiosity to know what the letter to C. L. could possibly be about; meanwhile mine hostess, raising her hand to a shelf on which stood an Indian slop-basin, the great ornament of the bar at the Golden Fleece, brought from its cavity a well-folded and well- sealed epistle. |
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