What Will He Do with It? — Volume 04Lytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron
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What Will He Do with It? — Volume 04
Lytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron
English fiction -- 19th century
himself. As for Mrs. Crane, she had never seemed a foe to him; she had
ceded the child to him willingly: he had no reason to believe, from the
way in which she had spoken of Losely when he last saw her, that she
could henceforth aid the interests or share the schemes of the man whose
perfidies she then denounced; and as to Rugge, he had not appeared at
Gatesboro'. Mrs. Crane had prudently suggested that his presence would
not be propitiatory or discreet, and that all reference to him, or to the
contract with him, should be suppressed. Thus Waife was wholly without
one guiding evidence, one groundwork for conjecture, that might enable
him to track the lost; all he knew was, that she had been given up to a
man whose whereabouts it was difficult to discover,--a vagrant, of life
darker and more hidden than his own.
But how had the hunters discovered the place where he had treasured up
his Sophy? how dogged that retreat? Perhaps from the village in which we
first saw him. Ay, doubtless, learned from Mrs. Saunders of the dog he
had purchased, and the dog would have served to direct them on his path.
At that thought he pushed away Sir Isaac, who had been resting his head
on the old man's knee,--pushed him away angrily; the poor dog slunk off
in sorrowful surprise, and whined.
"Ungrateful wretch that I am!" cried Waife, and he opened his arms to
the brute, who bounded forgivingly to his breast.
"Come, come, we will go back to the village in Surrey. Tramp, tramp!"
said the cripple, rousing himself. And at that moment, just as he gained
his feet, a friendly hand was laid on his shoulder, and a friendly voice
said,
"I have found you! the crystal said so! Marbellous!"
"Merle," faltered out the vagrant, "Merle, you here! Oh, perhaps you
come to tell me good news: you have seen Sophy; you know where she is!"
The Cobbler shook his head. "Can't see her just at present. Crystal
says nout about her. But I know she was taken from you--and--and--you
shake tremenjous! Lean on me, Mr. Waite, and call off that big animal.
He's a suspicating my calves and circumtittyvating them. Thank ye, sir.
You see I was born with sinister aspects in my Twelfth House, which
appertains to big animals and enemies; and dogs of that size about one's
calves are--malefics!"
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