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Title: Roland Cashel
Year: 1858 (1850s)
Authors: Lever, Charles James, 1806-1872 Browne, Hablot Knight, 1815-1882
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Publisher: London : Chapman and Hall
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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at it is sobeautiful in all its details. Well, then, Ill not send the note, said Lord Kilgoff, as he tookup the letter, and tearing it, threw the fragments into the fire. Ofcourse, Linton, this conversation is strictly confidential ? Your Lordship has never found me unworthy of such a trust. Never; nor, I must say, would it be for your advantage to becomeso. Linton bit his lip, and for a second or two seemed burning to makea rejoinder, but overcoming the temptation, assumed his carelesssmile, and said, I leave you, my Lord, greatly gratified that chance led me to paythis visit. I sincerely believe that in the counsels I have offered, Ihave at least been able to be of service to you. Lord Kilgoff presented his hand in acknowledgment of the speech,but it was accorded with an air which seemed to say, Well, here isa receipt in full for your devotedness. Linton took it in the same spirit, and left the room, as thoughdeeply impressed with all the honour he enjoyed in such a noblefriendship.
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BOLA^D CASUEL. 159 Hastening down the stairs, he sprang into the saddle of his horse,and cauterinw up the street, turned towards the road which leads tothe PlicEnix Park. It was about the hour when the equipages werewont to throng that promenade, but Linton did not seem desirous ofjoininf^ that gay crowd, for he took a cross path through the fields,and after a sharp ride of half an hour, reached a low paling whichskirted the Park on the eastward; here, at a small cottage kept by-one of the rangers, a little door led in, passing through which hefound liimself in one of the long green alleys of that beautiful tract.A boy, who seemed to be ready waiting, now took his horse, andLinton entered the wood and disappeared. He did not proceed far,however, within the shady copse, for after going a short distance heperceived a carriage standing in the lane, by the door of which afootman waited, with a shawl upon his arm. The coachman, withhis whip poled, sat talking with his fellow-servant, so th

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