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The Village curate (1810s)

“ Far different were the feelings of Mr Benley.—"How variegated is the life of man! His morn of infancy rises immersed in clouds, and the lowering tempest carries ruin in its aspect. Anon, the friendly breeze of fortune disperses the threatening storm; prosperity's golden sun sheds forth its cheering rays, enervates the chill blasts of his black adversity, and decks the evening of his days in smiles of joy." And oft the ministers of fate reverse the pleaing scene!" said Trueman. ”
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The Village curate (1810s)

“ You, perhaps, imagine that I shall return to the fashionable world, refute the opinion it entertains of my distress and reproach it for its ingratitude!"
"What else can you purpose?" asked Bremere.
"Convinced of your lordship's integrity," replied Belfont, "I shall not hesitate to repose in your breast the secret of my resolves. The sudden death of my uncle," continued he, "has given me an ample fortune; the enjoyment of which, in the vulgar opinion of mankind, ensures the constant possession of happiness. Alas! how mistaken is such a notion! It is true, my every wish is gratified but one.
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The Village curate (1810s)

“ At that instant, rage and indignation fired the soul of Trueman; who, darting through the hedge, seized the rude ravisher by the throat, and hurled him to the ground. "Detested monster! I know thee well! Thou art the faithless steward of the absused Belfont. Already has thy fame reached thy master's ears: nor think, vile ingrate, that he will suffer thy villanies to escape with impunity." Then, taking the almost fainting Charlotte by the hand, he hastened from this fallen Lucifer. ”
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