Eugene Aram — CompleteLytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron
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Eugene Aram — Complete
Lytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron
Aram, Eugene, 1704-1759 -- Fiction
“Why,” said Houseman, counting on his fingers, and muttering
“twenty--fifty--wine and the creature cheap abroad--humph! a hundred for
living, and half as much for pleasure. Come, Aram, one hundred and fifty
guineas per annum, English money, will do for a foreign life--you see I
am easily satisfied.”
“Be it so,” said Aram, “I will engage by one means or another to procure
it. For this purpose I shall set out for London to-morrow; I will
not lose a moment in seeing the necessary settlement made as we have
specified. But meanwhile, you must engage to leave this neighbourhood,
and if possible, cause your comrades to do the same, although you will
not hesitate, for the sake of your own safety, immediately to separate
from them.”
“Now that we are on good terms,” replied Houseman, “I will not scruple
to oblige you in these particulars. My comrades intend to quit the
country before to-morrow; nay, half are already gone; by daybreak I
myself will be some miles hence, and separated from each of them. Let us
meet in London after the business is completed, and there conclude our
last interview on earth.”
“What will be your address?”
“In Lambeth there is a narrow alley that leads to the water-side, called
Peveril Lane. The last house to the right, towards the river, is my
usual lodging; a safe resting-place at all times, and for all men.”
“There then will I seek you. And now, Houseman, fare-you-well! As you
remember your word to me, may life flow smooth for your child.”
“Eugene Aram,” said Houseman, “there is about you something against
which the fiercer devil within me would rise in vain. I have read
that the tiger can be awed by the human eye, and you compel me into
submission by a spell equally unaccountable. You are a singular man, and
it seems to me a riddle, how we could ever have been thus connected; or
how--but we will not rip up the past, it is an ugly sight, and the fire
is just out. Those stories do not do for the dark. But to return;--were
it only for the sake of my child, you might depend upon me now; better
too an arrangement of this sort, than if I had a larger sum in hand
which I might be tempted to fling away, and in looking for more, run my
neck into a halter, and leave poor Jane upon charity. But come, it is
almost dark again, and no doubt you wish to be stirring: stay, I will
lead you back, and put you on the right track, lest you stumble on my
friends.”
“Is this cavern one of their haunts?” said Aram.
“Sometimes: but they sleep the other side of the Devil’s Crag to-night.
Nothing like a change of quarters for longevity--eh?”
“And they easily spare you.”
“Yes, if it be only on rare occasions, and on the plea of family
business. Now then, your hand, as before. Jesu! how it rains--lightning
too--I could look with less fear on a naked sword, than those red,
forked, blinding flashes--Hark! thunder.”
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