. Master Humphrey's clock . I distinctly say there are such things. We know there are. The hearts ofanimals—of bullocks, sheep, and so forth—are cooked and devoured, as I amtold, by the lower classes, with a vast deal of relish. Men are sometimesstabbed to the heart, shot to the heart; but as to speaking from the heart, orto the heart, or being warm-hearted, or cold-hearted, or broken-hearted, orbeing all heart, or having no heart—pah ! these things are nonsense, Ned. No doubt, sir, returned his son, seeing that he paused for him to speak. No doubt. Theres Haredales niece, your late flame, sai
. Master Humphrey's clock . I distinctly say there are such things. We know there are. The hearts ofanimals—of bullocks, sheep, and so forth—are cooked and devoured, as I amtold, by the lower classes, with a vast deal of relish. Men are sometimesstabbed to the heart, shot to the heart; but as to speaking from the heart, orto the heart, or being warm-hearted, or cold-hearted, or broken-hearted, orbeing all heart, or having no heart—pah ! these things are nonsense, Ned. No doubt, sir, returned his son, seeing that he paused for him to speak. No doubt. Theres Haredales niece, your late flame, said Mr. Chester, as a carelessillustration of his meaning. No doubt in your mind she was all heart she has none at all. Yet she is the same person, Ned, exactly. * She is a changed person, sir, cried Edward, reddening; and changedby vile means, I believe. You have had a cool dismissal, have you I said his father. Poor Ned ! Itold you last night what would happen.—May I ask you for the nut-crackers 1 =«g^^v=^. She has been tampered with, and most treacherously deceived, criedEdward, rising from his seat, I never will believe that the knowledge of 6ARNABY RUDGE. 119 my real position, given her by myself, has worked this change. I know she isbeset and tortured. But though our contract is at an end, and broken pastall redemption ; though I charge upon her want of firmness and want of truth,both to herself and me; I do not now, and never will believe, that any sordidmotive, or her own unbiassed will, has led her to this course—never ! You make me blush, returned his father gaily, for the folly of yournature, in which—but we never know ourselves—I devoutly hope there is noreflection of my own. With regard to the young lady herself, she has donewhat is very natural and proper, my dear fellow; what you yourself proposed,as I learn from Haredale; and what I predicted—with no great exercise ofsagacity—she would do. She supposed you to be rich, or at least quite
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