My Novel — Volume 09 by Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton
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the approbation of one of our most scientific engineers: and I am assured
that the patent for it will be purchased of me upon terms which I am ashamed to name to you, so disproportioned do they seem to the value of so simple a discovery. Meanwhile, I am already rich enough to have realized the two dreams of my heart,--to make a home in the cottage where I had last seen you and Helen--I mean Miss Digby; and to invite to that home her who had sheltered my infancy." "Your mother, where is she? Let me see her." Leonard ran out to call the widow, but to his surprise and vexation learned that she had quitted the house before L'Estrange arrived. He came back, perplexed how to explain what seemed ungracious and ungrateful, and spoke with hesitating lip and flushed cheek of the widow's natural timidity and sense of her own homely station. "And so overpowered is she," added Leonard, "by the recollection of all that we owe to you, that she never hears your name without agitation or tears, and trembled like a leaf at the thought of seeing you." "Ha!" said Harley, with visible emotion. "Is it so?" And he bent down, shading his face with his hand. "And," he renewed, after a pause, but not looking up--"and you ascribe this fear of seeing me, this agitation at my name, solely to an exaggerated sense of--of the circumstances attending my acquaintance with yourself?" "And, perhaps, to a sort of shame that the mother of one you have made her proud of is but a peasant." "That is all?" said Harley, earnestly, now looking up and fixing eyes in |
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