The Confessions of Harry Lorrequer — CompleteLever, Charles
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The Confessions of Harry Lorrequer — Complete
Lever, Charles
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Little as I had slept during the night, my mind was too much occupied
with the adventure I was engaged in, to permit any thoughts of sleep
now, so that I had abundant opportunity afforded me of pondering over
all the bearings of the case, with much more of deliberation and
caution than I had yet bestowed upon it. One thing was certain, whether
success did or did not attend our undertaking, the risk was mine and
mine only; and if by any accident the affair should be already known to
the family, I stood a very fair chance of being shot by one of the
sons, or stoned to death by the tenantry; while my excellent friend
Curzon should be eating his breakfast with his reverend friend, and
only interrupting himself in his fourth muffin, to wonder “what could
keep them;” and besides for minor miseries will, like the little devils
in Don Giovanni, thrust up their heads among their better-grown
brethren, my fifty-pound bet looked rather blue; for even under the
most favourable light considered, however Curzon might be esteemed a
gainer, it might be well doubted how far I had succeeded better than
the doctor, when producing his fee in evidence. Well, well, I’m in for
it now; but it certainly is strange, all these very awkward
circumstances never struck me so forcibly before; and after all, it was
not quite fair of Curzon to put any man forward in such a transaction;
the more so, as such a representation might be made of it at the
Horse-Guards as to stop a man’s promotion, or seriously affect his
prospects for life, and I at last began to convince myself that many a
man so placed, would carry the lady off himself, and leave the adjutant
to settle the affair with the family. For two mortal hours did I
conjure up every possible disagreeable contingency that might arise. My
being mulcted of my fifty and laughed at by the mess seemed inevitable,
even were I fortunate enough to escape a duel with the fire-eating
brother. Meanwhile a thick misty rain continued to fall, adding so much
to the darkness of the early hour, that I could see nothing of the
country about me, and knew nothing of where I was.
Troubles are like laudanum, a small dose only excites, a strong one
sets you to sleep—not a very comfortable sleep mayhap—but still it is
sleep, and often very sound sleep; so it now happened with me. I had
pondered over, weighed, and considered all the pros, cons, turnings,
and windings of this awkward predicament, till I had fairly convinced
myself that I was on the high road to a confounded scrape; and then,
having established that fact to my entire satisfaction, I fell
comfortably back in the chaise, and sunk into a most profound slumber.
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