My Novel — Volume 12 by Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton
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profound young schemer became instantly apparent over the courage of
Peschiera and the practised wit of the baron. "Your sister," said Randal, to the former, "must be the active agent in the first and most difficult part of your enterprise. Violante cannot be taken by force from Lord Lansmere's,--she must be induced to leave it with her own consent. A female is needed here. Woman can best decoy woman." "Admirably said," quoth the count; "but Beatrice has grown restive, and though her dowry, and therefore her very marriage with that excellent young Hazeldean, depend on my own alliance with my fair kinswoman, she has grown so indifferent to my success that I dare not reckon on her aid. Between you and me, though she was once very eager to be married, she now seems to shrink from the notion; and I have no other hold over her." "Has she not seen some one, and lately, whom she prefers to poor Frank?" "I suspect that she has; but I know not whom, unless it be that detested L'Estrange." "Ah, well, well. Interfere with her no further yourself, but have all in readiness to quit England, as you had before proposed, as soon as Violante be in your power." "All is in readiness," said the count. "Levy has agreed to purchase a famous sailing-vessel of one of his clients. I have engaged a score or so of determined outcasts, accustomed to the sea,--Genoese, Corsicans, Sardinians, ex-Carbonari of the best sort,--no silly patriots, but liberal cosmopolitans, who have iron at the disposal of any man's gold. |
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