The Last of the Barons — Volume 02 by Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton
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uncongenial a soil: and in this ante-chamber feud, the pride of
education and mind retaliated with juster sarcasm the pride of birth and sinews. Amongst those opposed to the earl, and fit in all qualities to be the head of the new movement,--if the expressive modern word be allowed us,--stood at that moment in the very centre of the chamber Anthony Woodville, in right of the rich heiress he had married the Lord Scales. As, when some hostile and formidable foe enters the meads where the flock grazes, the gazing herd gather slowly round their leader, so grouped the queen's faction slowly, and by degrees, round this accomplished nobleman, at the prolonged sojourn of Warwick. "Gramercy!" said the Lord Scales, in a somewhat affected intonation of voice, "the conjunction of the bear and the young lion is a parlous omen, for the which I could much desire we had a wise astrologer's reading." "It is said," observed one of the courtiers, "that the Duke of Clarence much affects either the lands or the person of the Lady Isabel." "A passably fair damozel," returned Anthony, "though a thought or so too marked and high in her lineaments, and wholly unlettered, no doubt; which were a pity, for George of Clarence has some pretty taste in the arts and poesies. But as Occleve hath it-- 'Gold, silver, jewel, cloth, beddyng, array,' would make gentle George amorous of a worse-featured face than high- |
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