. Lost Lenore; or, The adventures of a rolling stone . tly. My wife sent me cffto bring you, as fast as a cab can carry us. Unless yougo with me, we shall have a fight. I darent go backwithout you. • Stop a minute! I cried, or rather stammered out ihewords. Let me ask you one question ! What did yousay about your wife ? I said that my wife and her daughter were oldacquaintances of yours. I married the widow of CaptainHyland. Great heaven! I exclaimed, did you not marry hisdaughter ? No. What the devil makes you ask that? MarryLeuore Hyland! Why, Stone, Im old enough to bethe young Ladys father
. Lost Lenore; or, The adventures of a rolling stone . tly. My wife sent me cffto bring you, as fast as a cab can carry us. Unless yougo with me, we shall have a fight. I darent go backwithout you. • Stop a minute! I cried, or rather stammered out ihewords. Let me ask you one question ! What did yousay about your wife ? I said that my wife and her daughter were oldacquaintances of yours. I married the widow of CaptainHyland. Great heaven! I exclaimed, did you not marry hisdaughter ? No. What the devil makes you ask that? MarryLeuore Hyland! Why, Stone, Im old enough to bethe young Ladys father; and I am that: since I marriedher mother. Come on! I exclaimed, rushing towards the door. Come on! I must see her immediately. I hurried bare-headed into the street—followed byCaptain Xowell, who brought my hat in his hand, andplaced it on my head. We hailed a cab, and ordered the driver to take usto No. — Denbigh Street, Pimlico. I thought that a horse had never moved so slow. Isaid everything I could to induce cabby to drive faster. - . •. Is it true that I have not lived and toiled in vain? Pwjre 377, SEARCH OF 377 I did more than talk to him: I bribed him. I threatened,and cursed him—though the mail seemed to make everyendeavour to satisfy my impatience. The horse appearedto crawl. I thought of jumping out of the cab—in thebelief that I could go faster afoot; but my companionprevented me. We did reach Denbigh Street at last; but after adrive that seemed to me as long as any voyage I had evermade across the Atlantic Ocean. I could not wait for the captain to ring his own bell;but rang it mvself. -C3 *t On the instant that a servant-girl answered the sum-mons, I put the question— Where is Lenore ? The girls face assumed an expression of surprise; butreeing me in the company of her master, she opened thedoor of a drawing-room ; and I walked in. Lenore Hyland was before me—more beautiful, if pos-sible, than ever! I was, no doubt, taking a great libert
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