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Richard Savage: a romance of real life

 By Charles Whitehead

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Full view - 1903 - 532 pages - Biography & Autobiography


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The mind is its own place, and of itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.Page 222
I tremble ; but it is with joy," she replied, bursting into tears. " Forgive me ; but I cannot help weeping, — it will do me good. Richard, you are pardoned." I directed my eyes to Burridge, who was standing apart. He shook his head, and put up his shoulders. " Some one has cruelly deceived you, Elizabeth," said I. " No, no ; I had it from her own lips — the Queen's own lips. The King has granted you and your friend a free pardon. Do not mind me," sinking on the stone bench, and throwing herself...Page 413
Oh woman ! lovely woman ! Nature made thee To temper man : we had been brutes without you ! Angels are painted fair to look like you : There's in you all, that we believe of" heaven ; Amazing brightness, purity and truth, Eternal joy, and everlasting love.Page 415
To bid me not to love, Is to forbid my pulse to move, My beard to grow, my ears to prick up, Or (when I'm in a fit) to hickup.Page 94
... I, gentlemen of the jury ; that he wears very fine clothes, much finer clothes than you or I, gentlemen of the jury ; that he has abundance of money in his pocket, much more money than you or I, gentlemen of the jury ; but, gentlemen of the jury, is it not a very hard case.Page 404
The worthy old creature was rejoiced to see me. The simple tones of this dear, genuine woman affected me, I cannot say how strongly, and I was glad to break away from her, which I did abruptly. I needed no softening to approach the grave of Ludlow. I hung over it in rapt and mournful reflection. My gentle, my honest friend ! whose tender heart my frowardness, my obstinacy, my ingratitude, had so often made to bleed, whose life was bound up in mine — who loved me.Page 511
... upon bending my steps to a spot — a visit to which I had long meditated as a duty. A strange and deep melancholy which had settled upon my spirits favoured my intention, and to St. James's churchyard — to Ludlow's grave therein — I directed my course. On my way I met my old friend Mrs. Martin. She was going to see her son, Simon, who had left the army, and was now one of the turnkeys of the Fleet prison, within the liberties of which I had prudently taken my lodging. The worthy old creature...Page 511
Ha ! very well — very well, indeed," said he. " But, let me go on. After the divorce your mother naturally expected that Lord Rivers would fulfil an engagement to which he had set his solemn word of honour, and rescue her from an infamy into which, for his sake alone, she had plunged herself; but this his lordship absolutely refused to do. What says Mr. Congreve ? " ' Earth knows no rage like love to hatred turn'd, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorn'd.Page 437
I had heard the old woman of the house remark to a neighbour gossip, as she returned home with her baked meat, that it was a fine day. I guessed as much as I lay on my truckle bed ; for when the sun shone, a whiter light came down between my wretched casement and a high wall, about a yard in distance from it. I had a reason for lying a-bed, which your men of spread cloths, your daily raisers of the knife and fork will hardly understand : I was without money or food, and had fared scantily the day...Page 510
" Who is she ? There can be but one living woman to whom that name belongs : no, no, I don't mean the other — you know what I call her. Well, she told me, but what could be her motive, I don't know, for I would scarcely listen to her — she told me that Woful was dead ; ay, and she looked as though she expected I should believe her — and she did give me a turn.Page 199

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