This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1852 Excerpt: ...what brief pleasure I might. But I must open it; and should it reveal to me the existence of a mother, a sister" "She will be your true sister," the maiden gasped, "and I--and I" Raymond looked upon her face; a light flashed upon his heart; the impulse of the moment carried him away. "You may be much more than my ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1852 Excerpt: ...what brief pleasure I might. But I must open it; and should it reveal to me the existence of a mother, a sister" "She will be your true sister," the maiden gasped, "and I--and I" Raymond looked upon her face; a light flashed upon his heart; the impulse of the moment carried him away. "You may be much more than my sister, oh, dearest Lilian!" he exclaimed, in a tone of the deepest tenderness. For the next minute, his companion hung speechless upon his arm; then she gently disengaged herself, saying, --a Come, let us seek for some palm." It would have been a vain quest, even if followed in good faith. Raymond and his companion soon fell in with Kenelra and Bertha, and shortly afterwards they all rejoined the elders of the party, and reported their want of success. They loitered a while on the summit of the hill; and finally re-descended to the little inn where they had left their horses, and where Lyons had ordered a repast to be ready on their return; always an important feature in such a day's pleasure. When all had feasted to their heart's content, they remounted, and took the road homewards. Their return was more lively than their outgoing. The fields surrounding the borough of Southwark were studded with groups of the city youth, engaged, according to the custom of Lent, in mimic tournaments. Mounted on horseback, armed with long light rods, and bearing rude shields of wood, the combatants rode at one another like knights in armour, and many a tumble upon the sward exhibited the adroitness of one jouster, or the awkwardness of another. But these sports were left behind, and the bridge crossed, and the streets of the city traversed, and home attained. At the goldsmith's house the party alighted, to finish the evening...
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