This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1857 edition. Excerpt: ...leave my concealment without certain discovery. Again his wild words fell upon my ears. "Engaged to another!" he muttered. "Well, well, it's only the way of the world--to deceive, and to be deceived. Fool that I was to believe anything she told me! Never cared for me, she says. Her promises, open and ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1857 edition. Excerpt: ...leave my concealment without certain discovery. Again his wild words fell upon my ears. "Engaged to another!" he muttered. "Well, well, it's only the way of the world--to deceive, and to be deceived. Fool that I was to believe anything she told me! Never cared for me, she says. Her promises, open and implied, were lies all. 0, heaven! to think of that fair face, and all so black within! She tore my heart out of me, and now she flings it back smilingly in my face. But let her beware! let them both beware! The fiend and I are good friends now," and he laughed loudly, a wild hollow laugh. "We have joined hands on't, and nobody knows our secret.-And now to bed, for we shall want all our wits to-morrow. O, sweetheart! the reckoning shall be a bitter one." He took one more turn along the terrace, and then went in, bolting the door behind him. Thus shut out, I slunk_ round to the scullery window, and finding it unfastened, crept through, and so upstairs to bed. Neville was sleeping heavily already. Never since his return home had Neville been so gay, so talkative, so full of spirits as he was on the following morning. But with his words of last night ringing in my ears, I liked his present mirth less than his previous depression. My mother was charmed to see him so much better; and my father forgot the time, and stayed talking till half-past nine--a thing he had never been guilty of before, and which astonished the scholars as much as it did himself. I mentioned my suspicions to my father as we walked towards the school. He could not see any Novels and Talon. VI. 11 foundation for them until I told him what I had overheard on the previous night. He looked grave at this. "I think," said...
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