What Will He Do with It? — Volume 08Lytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron
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What Will He Do with It? — Volume 08
Lytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron
English fiction -- 19th century
Once a month the old man went to London to inquire at the General Post-
office for any communications his correspondent might there address to
him. Only once, however, had he heard from Mrs. Crane since the
announcement of his migration, and her note of reply was extremely brief,
until in the fatal month of June, when Guy Darrell and Jasper Losely had
alike returned, and on the same day, to the metropolis; and then the old
man received from her a letter which occasioned him profound alarm. It
apprised him not only that his terrible son was in England--in London;
but that Jasper had discovered that the persons embarked for America were
not the veritable Waife and Sophy whose names they had assumed. Mrs.
Crane ended with these ominous words: "It is right to say now that he has
descended deeper and deeper. Could you see him, you would wonder that I
neither abandon him nor my resolve. He hates me worse than the gibbet.
To me and not to the gibbet he shall pass--fitting punishment to both.
I am in London, not in my old house, but near him. His confidant is my
hireling. His life and his projects are clear to my eyes--clear as if he
dwelt in glass. Sophy is now of an age in which, were she placed in the
care of some person whose respectability could not be impunged, she could
not be legally forced away against her will; but if under your roof,
those whom Jasper has induced to institute a search, that he has no means
to institute very actively himself, might make statements which (as you
are already aware) might persuade others, though well-meaning, to assist
him in separating her from you. He might publicly face even a police-
court, if he thus hoped to shame the rich man into buying off an
intolerable scandal. He might, in the first instance, and more probably,
decoy her into his power through stealth; and what might become of her
before she was recovered? Separate yourself from her for a time. It is
you, notwithstanding your arts of disguise, that can be the more easily
tracked. She, now almost a woman, will have grown out of recognition.
Place her in some secure asylum until, at least, you hear from me again."
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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