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Title: The Bramleighs of Bishop's Folly
Year: 1872 (1870s)
Authors: Lever, Charles James, 1806-1872 Browne, Hablot Knight, 1815-1882, ill
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Publisher: London : Chapman and Hall
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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think of your eyes and your whiskers, if they augur well of yourtemper, and whether, on the whole, you are the sort of person towhom a woman might confide her fate and future. You talk as if I were to be sent before a jury and risk asentence, said Pracontal, with a slight irritation in his tone. It is something very like it. And I say, there is no resemblance whatever. Dont you remember what Lord Byron in one of his letters saysof a memorable drive through Ravenna one evening, where he was
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A MEETING AND A PARTING. 439 presented as the accepted ? Theres that hang-dog rascal thatfollowed us through the gardens of the Vatican this morning, therehe is again, sitting directly in front of our window, and staring at us. Well, I take it, those henches were placed there for fellows torest on who had few arm-chairs at home. I dont think, in all my experience of humanity, I ever saw aface that revolted mo more. He isnt ugly, but there is something inthe expression so intensely wicked, that mockery of all goodness, thatEetsch puts into Mephistopheles ; it actually thrills me. I dont see that,—there is even drollery in the mouth. Yes, diabolic humour, certainly. Did you see that ? See what? Didnt you see that when I lifted my glass to my lips, he madea pantomime of drinking too, and bowed to me, as though insalutation? I knew there was fun in the fellow. Let us call him over andspeak to him. No, no, Pracontal; do not, I beseech you. I feel an aversiontowards him that I cannot expl

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