Edward George Earle Lytton Bulwer

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Edward George Earle Lytton Bulwer Eugene Aram — Book 4, Chapter I.

The Corporal showed the man of phials into the back-parlour, and, hemming thrice, looked sheepish, as if in doubt how to begin. It was the Doctor's business to encourage the bashful.
"Well, my good man," said he, brushing off, with the arm of his coat, some dust that had settled on his inexpressibles, "so you want to consult me?"
"Indeed, your honour, I do; but—feel a little awkward in doing so—a stranger and all."
"Pooh!—medical men are never strangers. I am the friend of every man who requires my assistance."
"Augh!—and I do require your honour's assistance very sadly."
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Edward George Earle Lytton Bulwer Eugene Aram — Book 4, Chapter I.

He then grinned from ear to ear, snapped his fingers, and said,
"Man of the world, Sir,—man of the world every inch of him!"
"He seems resolved that I shall be a man of another world," said Walter.
"Tell ye what, Sir—take my advice—your honour knows I be no fool—throw off them ere wrappers; let me put on scrap of plaister—pitch phials to devil—order out horses to-morrow, and when you've been in the air half an hour, won't know yourself again!"
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Edward George Earle Lytton Bulwer Eugene Aram — Book 4, Chapter I.

Nerved by this idea, he collected his strength, and suddenly wresting himself from the grasp of one of the ruffians who had seized him by the collar, he had already gained his knee, and now his feet, when a second blow once more deprived him of sense.
When a dim and struggling consciousness recurred to him; he found that the villains had dragged him to the opposite side of the hedge and were deliberately robbing him.
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