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    The Caxtons: A Family Picture — Volume 08
    The Caxtons: A Family Picture — Volume 08
    The Caxtons: A Family Picture — Volume 08
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    The Caxtons: A Family Picture — Volume 08

    By Edward Bulwer-Lytton

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    Release dateJan 1, 1849
    The Caxtons: A Family Picture — Volume 08
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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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      Title: The Caxtons, Part 8

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      PART VIII.

      CHAPTER I.

      There entered, in the front drawing-room of my father's house in Russell Street, an Elf! clad in white,—small, delicate, with curls of jet over her shoulders; with eyes so large and so lustrous that they shone through the room as no eyes merely human could possibly shine. The Elf approached, and stood facing us. The sight was so unexpected and the apparition so strange that we remained for some moments in startled silence. At length my father, as the bolder and wiser man of the two, and the more fitted to deal with the eerie things of another world, had the audacity to step close up to the little creature, and, bending down to examine its face, said, What do you want, my pretty child?

      Pretty child! Was it only a pretty child after all? Alas! it would be well if all we mistake for fairies at the first glance could resolve themselves only into pretty children.

      Come, answered the child, with a foreign accent, and taking my father by the lappet of his coat, come, poor papa is so ill! I am frightened! come, and save him.

      Certainly, exclaimed my father, quickly. "Where's my hat, Sisty?

      Certainly, my child; we will go and save papa."

      But who is papa? asked Pisistratus,—a question that would never have occurred to my father. He never asked who or what the sick papas of poor children were when the children pulled him by the lappet of his coat. Who is papa?

      The child looked hard at me, and the big tears rolled from those large, luminous eyes, but quite silently. At this moment a full-grown figure filled up the threshold, and emerging from the shadow, presented to us the aspect of a stout, well-favored young woman. She dropped a courtesy, and then said, mincingly,—

      Oh, miss, you ought to have waited for me, and not alarmed the gentlefolks by running upstairs in that way! If you please, sir, I was settling with the cabman, and he was so imperent,—them low fellows always are, when they have only us poor women to deal with, sir, and—

      But what is the matter? cried I, for my father had taken the child in his arms soothingly, and she was now weeping on his breast.

      "Why, you see, sir [another courtesy], the gent only arrived last night at our hotel, sir,—the Lamb, close by Lunnun Bridge,—and he was taken ill, and he's not quite in his right mind like; so we sent for the doctor,

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