Only an Ensign: A Tale of the Retreat from Cabul, Volume 3 (of 3)Grant, James
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Only an Ensign: A Tale of the Retreat from Cabul, Volume 3 (of 3)
Grant, James
Afghan Wars -- Fiction
Much money, chiefly that of others, had passed through Sharkley's
hands in his time, and much of it, as a matter of course, was never
accounted for by him; but he had never before possessed so large a
sum at once, and certainly seldom one so easily won, as that
presented to him by the titular Lord Lamorna. All the exultation
that avarice, covetousness, and successful roguery can inspire glowed
in his arid heart, and he walked slowly onward, immersed in thoughts
peculiarly his own, as to the mode in which he would invest it, and
foresaw how it must and should double, treble, and quadruple itself
ere long; how lands, and houses, messuages and tenements, mills and
meadows, should all become his; and so he wove his golden visions,
even as Alnaschar in the Arabian fable wove his over the basket of
frail and brittle glass; and as he proceeded, ever and anon he felt,
with a grimace of satisfaction, for the pocket-book containing his
beloved cheques.
Some miles of country lay between Rhoscadzhel and Penzance, where he
meant to take the railway for his own place. As his penurious spirit
had prevented him from hiring a vehicle, he pursued the way on foot;
but he sometimes lost it, darkness having set in, and yet he saw
nothing of the lights of the town. He had, in his mental
abstraction, walked, or wandered on, he scarcely knew whither, and he
only paused from time to time to uplift his clenched hands, to mutter
and sigh in angry bitterness of spirit that he had not extracted more
from Downie Trevelyan, when he had it in his power to put on the
screw with vigour, and anon he would ponder as to whether he had not
been too precipitate, and whether he had done a wise thing in selling
to him the interests of young Denzil, as these might have proved
pecuniarily more valuable; but then poor Denzil was so far away, and
from all Sharkley could hear and read in the newspapers, he might
never see England more. For the first time in his life, Mr. Sharkley
found himself taking an interest in our Indian military affairs.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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