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Portrait of Benjamin Disraeli Benjamin Disraeli Tancred — Chapter XXII. The Crusader Receives a Shock (1847)

His tumultuous reverie was broken by the sobs of Lady Bertie.
'By heaven, I cannot endure this!' said Tancred, advancing. 'Death seems to me preferable to her un-happiness. Dearest of women!'
'Do not call me that,' she murmured. 'I can bear anything from your lips but words of fondness. And pardon all this; I am not myself to-day. I had thought that I had steeled myself to all, to our inevitable separation; but I have mistaken myself, at least miscalculated my strength. It is weak; it is very weak and very foolish, but you must pardon it.
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Portrait of Benjamin Disraeli Benjamin Disraeli Tancred — Chapter XXII. The Crusader Receives a Shock (1847)

If Jerusalem were only a place one could get at, something might be done; if there were a railroad to it for example.'
'A railroad!' exclaimed Tancred, with a look of horror. 'A railroad to Jerusalem!'
'No, I suppose there never can be one,' continued Lady Bertie, in a musing tone. 'There is no traffic. And I am the victim,' she added, in a thrilling voice; I am left here among people who do not comprehend me, and among circumstances with which I can have no sympathy.
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Portrait of Benjamin Disraeli Benjamin Disraeli Tancred — Chapter XXII. The Crusader Receives a Shock (1847)

He is in the way of becoming one, has bought lands, is a deputy and a baron. He is rather a favourite of mine,' added Sidonia, 'and I have been able, perhaps, to assist him, for I knew him long before Lord Monmouth did, in a very different position from that which he now fills, though not one for which I have less respect. He was a fine comic actor in the courtly parts, and the most celebrated manager in Europe; always a fearful speculator, but he is an honest fellow, and has a good heart.'
'He is a great friend of Lady Bertie and Bellair,' said Tancred, rather hesitatingly.
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