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nate desire of her aroused the worst. It was, besides, an element of his coxcombry, that he should, in apeing the utterly inconsiderate, rush swiftly to impersonate it when his passions were cast on a die. Weyburn he ignored as a stranger, an intruder, an inferior. Aminta's chariot was at the gate. She had to resign herself to the chances of a clash of men, and, as there were two to one, she requested help of Weyburn's hand, that he might be near her. A mounted gentleman, smelling parasite in his bearing, held the bridle of Morsfield's horse. The ladies having entered the chariot, Morsfield sprang to the saddle, and said: 'You, sir, had better stretch your legs to the inn.' 'There is room for you, Mr. Weyburn,' said Aminta. Mrs. Pagnell puffed. 'I can't think we've room, my dear. I want that bit of seat in front for my feet.' Morsfield kicked at his horse's flanks, and between Weyburn and the chariot step, cried: 'Back, sir!' His reins were seized; the horse reared, the unexpected occurred. Weyburn shouted 'Off!' to the postillion, and jumped in. Morsfield was left to the shaking of a dusty coat, while the chariot rolled its gentle course down the leafy lane into the high-road. His friend had seized the horse's bridle-reins; and he remarked: 'I say, Dolf, we don't prosper to-day.' 'He pays for it!' said Morsfield, foot in stirrup. 'You'll take him and trounce him at the inn. I don't fight with servants. Better game. One thing, Cumnock: the fellow's clever at the foils.' 'Foils to the devil! If I tackle the fellow, it won't be with the buttons. But how has he pushed in?' Morsfield reported 'the scandal!' in sharp headings. 'Turned her away. Won't have her enter his house--grandest woman in all England! Sent his dog to guard. Think of it for an insult! It's insult upon insult. I 've done my utmost to fire his marrow. I did myself a good turn by following her up and entering that park with her. I shall succeed; there 's a look of it. All I have--my life--is that woman's. I never knew what this devil's torture was before I saw her.' His friend was concerned for his veracity. 'Amy!' 'A common spotted snake. She caught me young, and she didn't carry me off, as I mean to carry off this glory of her sex--she is: you've seen her!--and free her, and devote every minute of the rest of my days to her. I say I must win the woman if I stop at nothing, or I perish; and if it 's a failure, exi
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