My Novel — Volume 09 by Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton
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"Exactly so. No one better, therefore, knows public opinion and its
immediate ebb and flow." "Granted." "Egerton, then, counts on a general election within three months, and I have lent him the money for it." "Lent him the money! Egerton borrow money of you, the rich Audley Egerton!" "Rich!" repeated Levy, in a tone impossible to describe, and accompanying the word with that movement of the middle finger and thumb, commonly called a "snap," which indicates profound contempt. He said no more. Randal sat stupefied. At length the latter muttered, "But if Egerton is really not rich; if he lose office, and without the hope of return to it--" "If so, he is ruined!" said Levy, coldly; "and therefore, from regard to you, and feeling interest in your future fate, I say, Rest no hopes of fortune or career upon Audley Egerton. Keep your place for the present, but be prepared at the next election to stand upon popular principles. Avenel shall return you to parliament; and the rest is with luck and energy. And now, I'll not detain you longer," said Levy, rising and ringing the bell. The servant entered. "Is my carriage here?" "Yes, Baron." "Can I set you down anywhere?" |
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