My Novel — Volume 08 by Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton
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has been open--with a niggard hand."
"/Un peu de conscience, ma chere/,--you are so extravagant. But come, be plain. What would you?" "I would be free from you." "That is, you would form some second marriage with one of these rich island lords. /Ma foi/, I respect your ambition." "It is not so high. I aim but to escape from slavery,--to be placed beyond dishonourable temptation. I desire," cried Beatrice, with increased emotion,--"I desire to re-enter the life of woman." "Eno'!" said the count, with a visible impatience; "is there anything in the attainment of your object that should render you indifferent to mine? You desire to marry, if I comprehend you right. And to marry as becomes you, you should bring to your husband not debts, but a dowry. Be it so. I will restore the portion that I saved from the spendthrift clutch of the Genoese,--the moment that it is mine to bestow, the moment that I am husband to my kinsman's heiress. And now, Beatrice, you imply that my former notions revolted your conscience; my present plan should content it, for by this marriage shall our kinsman regain his country, and repossess, at least, half his lands. And if I am not an excellent husband to the demoiselle, it will be her own fault. I have sown my wild oats. /Je suis bon prince/, when I have things a little my own way. It is my hope and my intention, and certainly it will be my interest, to become /digne epoux et irreprochable pere de famille/. I speak lightly, --'t is my way. I mean seriously. The little girl will be very happy with me, and I shall succeed in soothing all resentment her father may |
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