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
It is at this juncture that we are re-admitted to the presence of
Arabella Crane.
She was standing by a window on the upper floor of a house situated in
a narrow street. The blind was let down, but she had drawn it a little
aside, and was looking out. By the fireside was seated a thin, vague,
gnome-like figure, perched comfortless on the edge of a rush-bottomed
chair, with its shadowy knees drawn up till they nearly touched its
shadowy chin. There was something about the outline of this figure so
indefinite and unsubstantial, that you might have taken it for an optical
illusion, a spectral apparition on the point of vanishing. This thing
was, however, possessed of voice, and was speaking in a low but distinct
hissing whisper. As the whisper ended, Arabella Crane, without turning
her face, spoke, also under her breath.
"You are sure that, so long as Losely draws this weekly stipend from the
man whom he has in his power, he will persist in the same course of life.
Can you not warn him of the danger?"
"Peach against pals! I dare not. No trusting him."
"He would come down, mad with brandy, make an infernal row, seize two or
three by the throat, dash their heads against each other, blab, bully,
and a knife would be out, and a weasand or two cut, and a carcase or so
dropped into the Thames--mine certainly--his perhaps."
"You say you can keep back this plot against him for two or three days?"
"For two days--yes. I should be glad to save General Jas. He has the
bones of a fine fellow, and if he had not destroyed himself by brandy, he
might have been at the top of the tree-in the profession. But he is fit
for nothing now."
"Ah! and you say the brandy is killing him?"
"No, he will not be killed by brandy, if he continues to drink it among
the same jolly set."
"And if he were left without the money to spend amongst these terrible
companions, he would no longer resort to their meetings? You are right
there. The same vanity that makes him pleased to be the great man in
that society would make him shrink from coming amongst them as a beggar."
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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