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Title: Master Humphrey's clock
Year: 1843 (1840s)
Authors: Dickens, Charles, 1812-1870 Cattermole, George, 1800-1868 Browne, Hablot Knight, 1815-1882 Smith, William
Subjects: Gordon Riots, 1780 -- Fiction
Publisher: London, Chapman and Hall
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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r shone on earth ; and leaving him, with manycomplimentary reliances on his great taste and judgment, to prepare what-ever dinner he might deem most fitting the occasion, bent his steps towardsthe Warren. Dressed with more than his usual elegance; assuming a gracefulness otmanner, which, though it was the result of long study, sat easily upon himand became him well; composing his features into their most serene and pre-possessing expression; and setting in short that guard upon himself, at everypoint, which denoted that he attached no slight importance to the impressionhe was about to make; he entered the bounds of Miss Haredales usual walk.He had not gone far, or looked about him long, when he descried comingtowards him, a female figure. A glimpse of the form and dress as she crosseda little wooden bridge which lay between them, satisfied hira that he had found BARNABY RUDGE. 101 her whom he desired to see. He threw himself in her way, and a very fewpaces brought them close together.
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He raised his hat from his head, and yielding the path, suffered her to passhim. Then, as if the idea had but that moment occurred to him, he turnedhastily back and said in an agitated voice: 1 beg pardon—do I address Miss Haredale I She stopped in some confusion at being so unexpectedly accosted by astranger; and answered Yes, Something told me, he said, looking a compliment to her beauty, thatit could be no other. Miss Haredale, I bear a name which is not unknown toyou—which it is a pride, and yet a pain to me to know, sounds pleasantly inyour ears. I am a man advanced in life, as you see. I am the father of himwhom you honour and distinguish above all other men. May I for weightyreasons which fill me with distress, beg but a minutes conversation withyou here ? AVho that was inexperienced in deceit, and had a frank and youthful heart,could doubt the speakers truth—could doubt it too, when the voice thatspoke, was like the faint echo of one she knew so well, and so much loved t

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