The Ordeal of Richard Feverel: A History of Father and Son, Volume 2

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Chapman and Hall, 1859
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"What a great book it is, how wise and how witty! Others of the master's novels may be more characteristic or more profound, but for my own part it is the one which I would always present to the new ... Read full review

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One of the great novels, and one of the greatest of the under-rated classics. Quite funny, with quirky prose and a great deal of imagination behind the novel's construction. The author's first "realistic" novel, a comedy of manners and education. Read full review

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Page 335 - Richard was passing one of those little forestchapels, hung with votive wreaths, where the peasant halts to kneel and pray. Cold, still, in the twilight it stood, rain-drops pattering round it. He looked within, and saw the Virgin holding her Child. He moved by. But not many steps had he gone ere his strength went out of him, and he shuddered. What was it? He asked not. He was in other hands. Vivid as lightning the Spirit of Life illumined him. He felt in his heart the cry of his child, his darling's...
Page 328 - Hence fantastic vapours ! What are ye to this ! Where are the dreams of the hero when he learns he has a child ? Nature is taking him to her bosom. She will speak presently. Every domesticated boor in these hills can boast the same, yet marvels the hero at none of his visioned prodigies as he does when he comes to hear of this most common performance. A father? Richard fixed his eyes as if he were trying to make out the lineaments of his child. Telling Austin he would be back in a few minutes, he...
Page 360 - Consider the sort of minds influenced by set sayings. A proverb is the halfway-bouse to an Idea, I conceive; and the majority rest there content : can the keeper of such a house be flattered by his company ?" She felt her feminine intelligence swaying under him again.
Page 189 - He began to think that the life lying behind him was the life of a fool. What had he done in it? He had burnt a rick and got married! He associated the two acts of his existence. Where was the hero he was to have carved out of Tom Bakewell ! — a wretch he had taught to lie and chicane: and for what? Great heavens! how ignoble did a flash from the light of his aspirations make his marriage appear? The young man sought amusement. He allowed his aunt to drag him into society, and sick of that he made...
Page 332 - After two or three steps he stooped and stretched out his hand to feel for the flower, having, he knew not why, a strong wish to verify its growth there. Groping about, his hand encountered something warm that started at his touch, and he, with the instinct we have, seized it, and lifted it to look at it. The creature was very small, evidently quite young. Richard's eyes...
Page 359 - ... think of the exceptional education his son had received. He took the common ground of fathers, forgetting his System when it was absolutely on trial. False to his son it could not be said that he had been: false to his System he was. Others saw it plainly, but he had to learn his lesson by and by. Lady Blandish gave him her face; then stretched her hand to the table, saying, ' Well ! well ! ' She fingered a half-opened parcel lying there, and drew forth a little book she recognized. 'Ha! what...
Page 294 - I have killed one. She sees me as I am. I cannot go with you to my wife, because I am not worthy to touch her hand, and were I to go, I should do this to silence my self-contempt. Go you to her, and when she asks of me, say I have a death upon my head that No ! say that I am abroad, seeking for that which shall cleanse me. If I find it I shall come to claim her. If not, God help us all I ' She had no strength to contest his solemn words, or stay him, and he went forth.
Page 126 - Mrs. Doria learnt from Adrian in the evening that her nephew intended waiting in town another week. 'That will do,' smiled Mrs. Doria. 'He will be more patient at the end of a week.' ' Oh ! does patience beget patience ? ' said Adrian. ' I was not aware it was a propagating virtue. I surrender him to you. I shan't be able to hold him in after one week more. I assure you, my dear aunt, he 's already . . .' 'Thank you, no explanation,
Page 263 - SIR AUSTIN FEVEREL had come to town with the serenity of a philosopher who says, 'Tis now time; and the satisfaction of a man who has not arrived thereat without a struggle. He had almost forgiven his son. His deep love for him had well-nigh shaken loose from wounded pride and more tenacious vanity. Stirrings of a remote sympathy for the creature who had robbed him of his son and hewed at his System, were in his heart of hearts. This he knew ; and in his own mind he took credit for his softness....
Page 221 - Was she a witch verily ? There was sorcery in her breath ; sorcery in her hair : the ends of it stung him like little snakes. " How do I do it, Dick ? " she flung back, laughing. "Like you do everything, Bella,

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