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Dickens, Charles, 1812-1870

"Barnaby Rudge: a tale of the Riots of 'eighty"

'It is not his nature to stab in the dark, nor is
it mine to love such deeds.'
She rose as she spoke, and would have left him; but he detained her with
a gentle hand, and besought her in such persuasive accents to hear him
but another minute, that she was easily prevailed upon to comply, and so
sat down again.
'And it is,' said Mr Chester, looking upward, and apostrophising the
air; 'it is this frank, ingenuous, noble nature, Ned, that you can wound
so lightly. Shame--shame upon you, boy!'
She turned towards him quickly, and with a scornful look and flashing
eyes. There were tears in Mr Chester's eyes, but he dashed them
hurriedly away, as though unwilling that his weakness should be known,
and regarded her with mingled admiration and compassion.
'I never until now,' he said, 'believed, that the frivolous actions of a
young man could move me like these of my own son. I never knew till now,
the worth of a woman's heart, which boys so lightly win, and lightly
fling away. Trust me, dear young lady, that I never until now did
know your worth; and though an abhorrence of deceit and falsehood has
impelled me to seek you out, and would have done so had you been the
poorest and least gifted of your sex, I should have lacked the fortitude
to sustain this interview could I have pictured you to my imagination as
you really are.


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