Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton

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Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton "My Novel" — Volume 03

Hazeldean, Mr. Hazeldean, I am scandalized,—I am shocked at you. I can bear a great deal from you, sir, as I ought to do; but to ask my whole congregation, the moment after divine service, to go up and guzzle ale at the Hall, and drink my health, as if a clergyman's sermon had been a speech at a cattle-fair! I am ashamed of you, and of the parish! What on earth has come to you all?"
"That's the very question I wish to Heaven I could answer," groaned the squire, quite mildly and pathetically,—"What on earth has come to us all?
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Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton "My Novel" — Volume 03

Riccabocca looked up at the sound of the young peasant's step.
"I beg your honour's pardon, I did not know—"
"Never mind: lay the book there. I wish to speak with you. You look well, my child: this air agrees with you as well as that of Hazeldean?"
"Oh, yes, Sir!"
"Yet it is higher ground,—more exposed?"
"That can hardly be, sir," said Lenny; "there are many plants grow here which don't flourish at the squire's. The hill yonder keeps off the east wind, and the place lays to the south."
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Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton "My Novel" — Volume 03

Riccabocca, as that same peasant. He can endure a good deal of contumely sometimes, it is true, from his superiors (though, thank Heaven! that he rarely meets with unjustly) ; but to be looked down upon and mocked and pointed at by his own equals—his own little world—cuts him to the soul. And if you can succeed in breaking this pride and destroying this sensitiveness, then he is a lost being. He can never recover his self-esteem, and you have chucked him half-way—a stolid, inert, sullen victim—to the perdition of the prison or the convict-ship.
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