A Strange Story — CompleteLytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron
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A Strange Story — Complete
Lytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron
English fiction -- 19th century
He said that he liked the place; proposed to stay in it some weeks;
asked my address, which I gave to him; promised to call soon at an
early hour, while my time was yet free from professional visits. I
endeavoured, when I went away, to analyze to myself the fascination
which this young stranger so notably exercised over all who approached
him; and it seemed to me, ever seeking to find material causes for all
moral effects, that it rose from the contagious vitality of that rarest
of all rare gifts in highly-civilized circles,--perfect health; that
health which is in itself the most exquisite luxury; which, finding
happiness in the mere sense of existence, diffuses round it, like an
atmosphere, the harmless hilarity of its bright animal being. Health,
to the utmost perfection, is seldom known after childhood; health to the
utmost cannot be enjoyed by those who overwork the brain, or admit the
sure wear and tear of the passions. The creature I had just seen gave
me the notion of youth in the golden age of the poets,--the youth of the
careless Arcadian, before nymph or shepherdess had vexed his heart with
a sigh.
CHAPTER XXIV.
The house I occupied at L---- was a quaint, old-fashioned building, a
corner-house. One side, in which was the front entrance, looked upon
a street which, as there were no shops in it, and it was no direct
thoroughfare to the busy centres of the town, was always quiet, and
at some hours of the day almost deserted. The other side of the house
fronted a lane; opposite to it was the long and high wall of the garden
to a Young Ladies’ Boarding-school. My stables adjoined the house,
abutting on a row of smaller buildings, with little gardens before them,
chiefly occupied by mercantile clerks and retired tradesmen. By the lane
there was a short and ready access both to the high turnpike-road, and
to some pleasant walks through green meadows and along the banks of a
river.
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