Strange Story, a — Volume 01 by Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton
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lingering there,--
"Your sister is saved, Wady. She needs now chiefly wine, and good though light nourishment; these you will find at my house; call there for them every day." "God bless you, sir! If ever I can serve you--" His tongue faltered, he could say no more. Serve me, Allen Fenwick--that poor policeman! Me, whom a king could not serve! What did I ask from earth but Fame and Lilian's heart? Thrones and bread man wins from the aid of others; fame and woman's heart he can only gain through himself. So I strode gayly up the hill, through the iron gates, into the fairy ground, and stood before Lilian's home. The man-servant, on opening the door, seemed somewhat confused, and said hastily before I spoke,-- "Not at home, sir; a note for you." I turned the note mechanically in my hand; I felt stunned. "Not at home! Miss Ashleigh cannot be out. How is she?" "Better, sir, thank you." I still could not open the note; my eyes turned wistfully towards the windows of the house, and there--at the drawing-room window--I encountered |
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