My Novel — Volume 07 by Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton
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page 97 of 111 (87%)
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you. Well, I suppose there is no putting old heads upon young shoulders;
and I promise you I'll not say an angry word to Frank. I dare say, poor boy, he is very much afflicted, and I long to shake hands with him. So, set his mind at ease." "Ah, sir," said Randal, with much apparent emotion, "your son may well love you: and it seems to be a hard matter for so kind a heart as yours to preserve the proper firmness with him." "Oh, I can be firm enough," quoth the squire,--"especially when I don't see him,--handsome dog that he is: very like his mother--don't you think so? "I never saw his mother, sir." "'Gad! Not seen my Harry? No more you have; you must come and pay us a visit. I suppose my half-brother will let you come?" "To be sure, sir. Will you not call on him while you are in town?" "Not I. He would think I expected to get something from the Government. Tell him the ministers must go on a little better, if they want my vote for their member. But go, I see you are impatient to tell Frank that all 's forgot and forgiven. Come and dine with him here at six, and let him bring his bills in his pocket. Oh, I sha'n't scold him." "Why, as to that," said Randal, smiling, "I think (forgive me still) that you should not take it too easily; just as I think that you had better not blame him for his very natural and praiseworthy shame in approaching you, so I think, also, that you should do nothing that would tend to |
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