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    Eugene Aram — Volume 03
    Eugene Aram — Volume 03
    Eugene Aram — Volume 03
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    Eugene Aram — Volume 03

    By Edward Bulwer-Lytton

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    Release dateNov 26, 2013
    Eugene Aram — Volume 03
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    Edward Bulwer-Lytton

    Edward Bulwer-Lytton, engl. Romanschriftsteller und Politiker, ist bekannt geworden durch seine populären historischen/metaphysischen und unvergleichlichen Romane wie „Zanoni“, „Rienzi“, „Die letzten Tage von Pompeji“ und „Das kommende Geschlecht“. Ihm wird die Mitgliedschaft in der sagenumwobenen Gemeinschaft der Rosenkreuzer nachgesagt. 1852 wurde er zum Kolonialminister von Großbritannien ernannt.

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      EUGENE ARAM

      By Edward Bulwer-Lytton

      BOOK III.

      CHAPTER I.

      FRAUD AND VIOLENCE ENTER EVEN GRASSDALE.—PETER'S NEWS. —THE LOVERS' WALK.—THE REAPPEARANCE.

                         AUF.—Whence comest thou—what wouldst thou?

                                            —Coriolanus.

      One evening Aram and Madeline were passing through the village in their accustomed walk, when Peter Dealtry sallied forth from The Spotted Dog, and hurried up to the lovers with a countenance full of importance, and a little ruffled by fear.

      "Oh, Sir, Sir,—(Miss, your servant!)—have you heard the news? Two houses at Checkington, (a small town some miles distant from Grassdale,) were forcibly entered last night,—robbed, your honour, robbed. Squire Tibson was tied to his bed, his bureau rifled, himself shockingly confused on the head; and the maidservant Sally—her sister lived with me, a very good girl she was,—was locked up in the—the—the—I beg pardon, Miss—was locked up in the cupboard. As to the other house, they carried off all the plate. There were no less than four men, all masked, your honour, and armed with pistols. What if they should come here! such a thing was never heard of before in these parts. But, Sir,—but, Miss,— do not be afraid, do not ye now, for I may say with the Psalmist,

                         'But wicked men shall drink the dregs

                            Which they in wrath shall wring,

                         For I will lift my voice, and make

                            Them flee while I do sing!'"

      You could not find a more effectual method of putting them to flight, Peter, said Madeline smiling; but go and talk to my uncle. I know we have a whole magazine of blunderbusses and guns at home: they may be useful now. But you are well provided in case of attack. Have you not the Corporal's famous cat Jacobina,—surely a match for fifty robbers?

      Ay, Miss, on the principle of set a thief to catch a thief, perhaps she may; but really it is no jesting matter. Them ere robbers flourish like a green bay tree, for a space at least, and it is 'nation bad sport for us poor lambs till they be cut down and withered like grass. But your house, Mr. Aram, is very lonesome like; it is out of reach of all your neighbours. Hadn't you better, Sir, take up your lodgings at the Squire's for the present?

      Madeline pressed Aram's arm, and looked up fearfully in his face. Why, my good friend, said he to Dealtry, robbers will have little to gain in my house, unless they are given to learned pursuits. It would be something new, Peter, to see a gang of housebreakers making off with a telescope, or a pair of globes, or a great folio covered with dust.

      Ay, your honour, but they may be the more savage for being disappointed.

      Well, well, Peter, we will see, replied Aram impatiently; meanwhile we may meet you again at the hall. Good evening for the present.

      Do, dearest Eugene, do, for Heaven's sake, said Madeline, with tears in her eyes, as they, now turning from Dealtry, directed their steps towards the quiet valley, at the end of which the Student's house was situated, and which was now more than ever Madeline's favourite walk, do, dearest Eugene, come up to the Manor-house till these wretches are apprehended. Consider how open your house is to attack; and surely there can be no necessity to remain in it now.

      Aram's calm brow darkened for a moment. What! dearest, said he, can you be affected by the foolish fears of yon dotard? How do we know as yet, whether this improbable story have any foundation in truth. At all events, it is evidently exaggerated. Perhaps an invasion of the poultry- yard, in which some hungry fox was the real offender, may be the true origin of this terrible tale. Nay, love, nay, do not look thus reproachfully; it will be time enough for us when we have sifted the grounds of alarm to take our precautions; meanwhile, do not blame me if in your presence I cannot admit fear. Oh Madeline, dear, dear Madeline, could you know, could you dream, how different life has become to me since I knew you! Formerly, I will frankly own to you, that dark and boding apprehensions were wont to lie heavy at my heart; the cloud was more familiar to me than the sunshine. But now I have grown a child, and can see around me nothing but hope; my life was winter—your love has breathed it into spring.

      And yet, Eugene—yet— Yet what, my Madeline?

      There are still moments when I have no power over your thoughts; moments when you break away from me; when you mutter to yourself feelings in which I have no share, and which seem to steal the consciousness from your eye and the colour from your lip.

      Ah, indeed! said Aram quickly; what! you watch me so closely?

      Can you wonder that I do? said Madeline, with an earnest tenderness in her voice.

      You must not then, you must not, returned her lover, almost fiercely; I cannot bear too nice and sudden a scrutiny; consider how long I have clung to a stern and solitary independence of thought, which allows no watch, and forbids account of itself to any one. Leave it to time and your love to win their inevitable way. Ask not too much from me now. And mark, mark, I pray you, whenever, in spite of myself, these moods you refer to darken over me, heed not, listen not—Leave me! solitude is their only cure! promise me this, love—promise.

      It is a harsh request, Eugene, and I do not think I will grant you so complete a monopoly of thought; answered Madeline, playfully, yet half in earnest.

      Madeline, said Aram, with a deep solemnity of manner, I ask a request on which my very love for you depends. From the depths of my soul, I implore you to grant it; yea, to the very letter.

      Why, why, this is—began Madeline, when encountering the full, the dark, the inscrutable gaze of her strange lover, she broke off in a sudden fear, which she could not analyse; and only added in a low and subdued

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