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    The Disowned — Volume 06
    The Disowned — Volume 06
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    The Disowned — Volume 06

    By Edward Bulwer Lytton

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    Edward Bulwer-Lytton was a well known English novelist in the 19th century, and he's been immortalized for coining famous phrases like  "pursuit of the almighty dollar" and "the pen is mightier than the sword".


    In addition to being a politician, he wrote across all genres, from horror stories to historical fiction and action titles.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherKrill Press
    Release dateJan 1, 2016
    ISBN9781518356124
    The Disowned — Volume 06
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    Edward Bulwer Lytton

    Edward Bulwer-Lytton, engl. Romanschriftsteller und Politiker, ist bekannt geworden durch seine populären historischen/metaphysischen und unvergleichlichen Romane wie „Zanoni“, „Rienzi“, „Die letzten Tage von Pompeji“ und „Das kommende Geschlecht“. Ihm wird die Mitgliedschaft in der sagenumwobenen Gemeinschaft der Rosenkreuzer nachgesagt. 1852 wurde er zum Kolonialminister von Großbritannien ernannt.

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      The Disowned — Volume 06 - Edward Bulwer Lytton

      THE DISOWNED — VOLUME 06

      ..................

      Edward Bulwer-Lytton

      YURITA PRESS

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      This book is a work of fiction; its contents are wholly imagined.

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      Copyright © 2016 by Edward Bulwer-Lytton

      Interior design by Pronoun

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      TABLE OF CONTENTS

      CHAPTER LIX

      CHAPTER LX.

      CHAPTER LXI.

      CHAPTER LXII.

      CHAPTER LXIII.

      CHAPTER LXIV.

      CHAPTER LXV.

      CHAPTER LXVI.

      CHAPTER LXVII.

      The Disowned — Volume 06

      By

      Edward Bulwer-Lytton

      The Disowned — Volume 06

      Published by Yurita Press

      New York City, NY

      First published circa 1873

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      CHAPTER LIX

      ..................

      Change and time take together their flight.—Golden Violet.

      One evening in autumn, about three years after the date of our last chapter, a stranger on horseback, in deep mourning, dismounted at the door of the Golden Fleece, in the memorable town of W——. He walked into the taproom, and asked for a private apartment and accommodation for the night. The landlady, grown considerably plumper than when we first made her acquaintance, just lifted up her eyes to the stranger’s face, and summoning a short stout man (formerly the waiter, now the second helpmate of the comely hostess), desired him, in a tone which partook somewhat more of the authority indicative of their former relative situations than of the obedience which should have characterized their present, to show the gentleman to the Griffin, No. 4.

      The stranger smiled as the sound greeted his ears, and he followed not so much the host as the hostess’s spouse into the apartment thus designated. A young lady, who some eight years ago little thought that she should still be in a state of single blessedness, and who always honoured with an attentive eye the stray travellers who, from their youth, loneliness, or that ineffable air which usually designates the unmarried man, might be in the same solitary state of life, turned to the landlady and said,—

      Mother, did you observe what a handsome gentleman that was?

      No, replied the landlady; I only observed that he brought no servant

      I wonder, said the daughter, if he is in the army? he has a military air!

      I suppose he has dined, muttered the landlady to herself, looking towards the larder.

      Have you seen Squire Mordaunt within a short period of time? asked, somewhat abruptly, a little thick-set man, who was enjoying his pipe and negus in a sociable way at the window-seat. The characteristics of this personage were, a spruce wig, a bottle nose, an elevated eyebrow, a snuff-coloured skin and coat, and an air of that consequential self-respect which distinguishes the philosopher who agrees with the French sage, and sees no reason in the world why a man should not esteem himself.

      No, indeed, Mr. Bossolton, returned the landlady; but I suppose that, as he is now in the Parliament House, he will live less retired. It is a pity that the inside of that noble old Hall of his should not be more seen; and after all the old gentleman’s improvements too! They say that the estate now, since the mortgages were paid off, is above 10,000 pounds a year, clear!

      And if I am not induced into an error, rejoined Mr. Bossolton, refilling his pipe, old Vavasour left a great sum of ready money besides, which must have been an aid, and an assistance, and an advantage, mark me, Mistress Merrylack, to the owner of Mordaunt Hall, that has escaped the calculation of your faculty,—and the—and the— faculty of your calculation!

      You mistake, Mr. Boss, as, in the friendliness of diminutives, Mrs. Merrylack sometimes styled the grandiloquent practitioner, you mistake: the old gentleman left all his ready money in two bequests,— the one to the College of ——, in the University of Cambridge, and the other to an hospital in London. I remember the very words of the will; they ran thus, Mr. Boss. ‘And whereas my beloved son, had he lived, would have been a member of the College of —— in the University of Cambridge, which he would have adorned by his genius, learning, youthful virtue, and the various qualities which did equal honour to his head and heart, and would have rendered him alike distinguished as the scholar and the Christian, I do devise and bequeath the sum of thirty-seven thousand pounds sterling, now in the English Funds,’ etc; and then follows the manner in which he will have his charity vested and bestowed, and all about the prize which shall be forever designated and termed ‘The Vavasour Prize,’ and what shall be the words of the Latin speech which shall be spoken when the said prize be delivered, and a great deal more to that effect: so, then, he passes to the other legacy, of exactly the same sum, to the hospital, usually called and styled ——, in the city of London, and says, ‘And whereas we are assured by the Holy Scriptures, which, in these days of blasphemy and sedition, it becomes every true Briton and member of the Established Church to support, that charity doth cover a multitude of sins, so I do give and devise,’ etc., ‘to be forever termed in the deeds,’ etc., ‘of the said hospital, The Vavasour Charity; and always provided that on the anniversary of the day of my death a sermon shall be preached in the chapel attached to the said hospital by a clergyman of the Established Church, on any text appropriate to the day and deed so commemorated.’ But the conclusion is most beautiful, Mr. Bossolton: ‘And now having discharged my duties, to the best of my humble ability, to my God, my king, and my country, and dying in the full belief of the Protestant Church, as by law established, I do set my hand and seal,’ etc.

      A very pleasing and charitable and devout and virtuous testament or will, Mistress Merrylack, said Mr. Bossolton; "and in a time when anarchy with gigantic strides does devastate and devour and harm the good old customs of our ancestors and forefathers, and tramples with its poisonous breath the Magna Charta and the glorious revolution, it is beautiful, ay, and sweet, mark you, Mrs. Merrylack, to behold a gentleman of the aristocratic classes or grades supporting the institutions of his country with such remarkable energy of sentiments and with—and with, Mistress Merrylack, with sentiments of

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