My Novel — Volume 09 by Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton
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could she fail?"
"Love me! My dear mother, that is the very question I shall have to ask." "Ask! Love is discovered by a glance; it has no need of asking." "I have never discovered it, then, I assure you. The fact is, that before her childhood was passed, I removed her, as you may suppose, from my roof. She resided with an Italian family near my usual abode. I visited her often, directed her studies, watched her improvement--" "And fell in love with her?" "Fall is such a very violent word. No; I don't remember to have had a fall. It was all a smooth inclined plane from the first step, until at last I said to myself, 'Harley L'Estrange, thy time has come. The bud has blossomed into flower. Take it to thy breast.' And myself replied to myself, meekly, 'So be it.' Then I found that Lady N-----, with her daughters, was coming to England. I asked her Ladyship to take my ward to your house. I wrote to you, and prayed your assent; and, that granted, I knew you would obtain my father's. Iam here,--you give me the approval I sought for. I will speak to Helen to-morrow. Perhaps, after all, she may reject me." "Strange, strange! you speak thus coldly, thus lightly, you, so capable of ardent love!" "Mother," said Harley, earnestly, "be satisfied! I am! Love as of old, I feel, alas! too well, can visit me never more. But gentle |
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