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PAUL CLIFFORD.
CHAPTER I.
Falsehood in him was not the useless lie
Of boasting pride or laughing vanity,—
It was the gainful—the persuading art; &c.
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Crabbe.
On with the horses—off to Canterbury,
Tramp—tramp o'er pebble and splash—splash thro' puddle—
Hurrah!—how swiftly speeds the post so merry!
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Here laws are all inviolate!—none lay
Traps for the traveller—every highway's clear
Here;he was interrupted by a knife,
With "Damn your eyes—your money or your life!"
Don Juan.
Misfortunes are like the creations of Cadmus—they destroy one another! Roused from the torpor of mind occasioned by the loss of her lover, at the sudden illness of the Squire, Lucy had no
