Trevelyan (Volume 1)
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ISBN10: 1151147893
ISBN13: 9781151147899
Publisher: General Books
Pages: 46
Weight: 0.22
Height: 0.10 Width: 7.44 Depth: 9.69
Language: English
ISBN13: 9781151147899
Publisher: General Books
Pages: 46
Weight: 0.22
Height: 0.10 Width: 7.44 Depth: 9.69
Language: English
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1833. Excerpt: ... velyan in any better humour; again his blood boiled in his veins, and he was scarcely able to command himself even towards the goodhumoured baronet, longing also for an explanation with regard to his charge against Theresa, yet feeling that he was not at the moment in a fit state to bear any more vexation. Did they meet at your house more than once? said he, at last, following the train of his own thoughts, and commanding his voice as well as he could. Oh! no, only that once, replied Sir Henry, smiling at his friend's excessive anxiety, don't be alarmed, I was only joking; and after all, what more natural than that a young woman should go and dance with a young man, and that that young man should admire her--for, faith! every one must do that--and it is also perfectly natural that she should have no objection to his admiration. This is all I meant, I assure you; so now smooth down your ruffled feathers and come with me, and make friends with the supposed highwayman--the nearer the less danger, is, you know, our military maxim, and your wisest plan will be to make up to the poacher, whoever he may be, the better to observe his snares. So saying, taking Trevelyan's arm, Sir Henry led him towards the top of the room; but he met by the way with so many friends to whom he had so much to say that he soon forgot the object with which he had started, and the crowd separating them, Trevelyan, hot, tired, thoroughly discomposed, and feeling at the moment little inclined to hold any converse except with his own thoughts, made his retreat towards an empty bench, and there remained a prey to his no very agreeable reflections. Theresa's violent start, and the crimson blush which had coloured her face at the sight of Lord Herbert, painfully haunted him. How strang...