My Novel — Volume 04 by Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton
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page 44 of 115 (38%)
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Casino on sundry occasions, and sagaciously preferring places within the
range of her experience to bourns neither cognate nor conjecturable, she moved gravely up towards the gate on which the Italian sat; and, after eying him a moment,--as much as to say, "I wish you would get off,"--came to a deadlock. "Well," said Riccabocca, "since your horse seems more disposed to be polite to me than yourself, Mr. Dale, I take the opportunity of your present involuntary pause to congratulate you on your elevation in life, and to breathe a friendly prayer that pride may not have a fall!" "Tut," said the parson, affecting an easy air, though still contemplating the pad, who appeared to have fallen into a quiet doze, "it is true that I have not ridden much of late years, and the squire's horses are very high-fed and spirited; but there is no more harm in them than their master when one once knows their ways." "'Chi va piano va sano, E chi va sano va lontano,'" said Riccabocca, pointing to the saddle-bags. "You go slowly, therefore safely; and he who goes safely may go far. You seem prepared for a journey?" "I am," said the parson; "and on a matter that concerns you a little." "Me!" exclaimed Riccabocca,--"concerns me!" "Yes, so far as the chance of depriving you of a servant whom you like and esteem affects you." |
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