A Beggar On Horseback

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1869 Excerpt: ...in the House of Commons. I'll write a pamphlet against them, and give it to William Blackburn to read; then I shall easily find out the truth. Though it was certainly poaching. Upon my life, I am afraid he has been in jail. That's what comes of 'Justice's justice.' Poor fellow! Why, I know lots of people who poach habitually, but then they're rich men; which is very different. From what the Squire said, it was evidently quite an early peccadillo; I dare say merely a boyish folly, which it was cruel in the law to so chastise, and still more cruel in his father to resent so long and bitterly. Yes, yes; it was a mere frolic, I feel sure." Mr. Waller's face wore its usual smile, as he re-entered the avenue, in the middle of which it, however, grew once more serious, as he stopped and muttered to himself: "By gad, I hope he did not kill a keeper, though!" Then, adding briskly: "Let us hope he only shot him in the legs," he hummed an air, not very correctly, from the last new opera, and hurried gayly on. In the croquet-ground were Ellen and Lucy with their mallets; they were by no means pursuing the game with the usual ardor of young ladies, but rather made it serve as a cover to conversation. Here follows the substance of their talk since luncheon: "Well, and what do you think of him, Ellen?" "My dear Lucy, what a question! You know it is not the first time that I have seen him." "That is scarcely an answer.--It is my green ball to play, is it not?--You must confess, at all events" (thud), "that he did his best to make himself agreeable." Ellen sighed, and missed a hoop. "You are thinking of something else, my dear, or you would not play so badly," remarked Lucy, holding up her finger rep...


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