My Novel — Volume 07 by Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton
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floor to the ceiling. Books were on all the tables, books were on all
the chairs. Harley seated himself on a folio of Raleigh's "History of the World," and cried, "I have brought you a treasure!" "What is it?" said Norreys, good-humouredly, looking up from his desk. "A mind!" "A mind!" echoed Norreys, vaguely. "Your own?" "Pooh! I have none,--I have only a heart and a fancy. Listen. You remember the boy we saw reading at the book stall. I have caught him for you, and you shall train him into a man. I have the warmest interest in his future, for I know some of his family, and one of that family was very dear to me. As for money, he has not a shilling, and not a shilling would he accept gratis from you or me either. But he comes with bold heart to work,--and work you must find him." Harley then rapidly told his friend of the two offers he had made to Leonard, and Leonard's choice. "This promises very well; for letters a man must have a strong vocation, as he should have for law. I will do all that you wish." Harley rose with alertness, shook Norreys cordially by the hand, hurried out of the room, and returned with Leonard. Mr. Norreys eyed the young man with attention. He was naturally rather severe than cordial in his manner to strangers,--contrasting in this, as |
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