My Novel — Volume 10 by Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton
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parallelograms, and the surest token that we live under a free government
is when we are governed by persons whom we have a full right to imply, by our censure and ridicule, are blockheads compared to ourselves! Stop that delightful privilege, and, by Jove! sir, there is neither pleasure nor honour in being governed at all! You might as well be--a Frenchman! CHAPTER II. The Italian and his friend are closeted together. "And why have you left your home in -----shire, and why this new change of name?" "Peschiera is in England." "I know it." "And bent on discovering me; and, it is said, of stealing from me my child." "He has had the assurance to lay wagers that he will win the hand of your heiress. I know that too; and therefore I have come to England,--first to baffle his design--for I do not think your fears altogether exaggerated,--and next to learn from you how to follow up a clew which, unless I am too sanguine, may lead to his ruin, and your unconditional restoration. Listen to me. You are aware that, after the skirmish with Peschiera's armed hirelings sent in search of you, I received a polite |
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