[The Last Of The Barons<br> Complete by Edward Bulwer-Lytton]@TWC D-Link book
The Last Of The Barons
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CHAPTER VIII
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I have aims in life which forbid all other love." "Art thou too aspiring for one who has his spurs to win ?" "Not so; but listen.

My mother's lessons and my own heart have made my poor father the first end and object of all things on earth to me.

I live to protect him, work for him, honour him; and for the rest, I have thoughts thou canst not know, an ambition thou canst not feel.

Nay," she added, with that delightful smile which chased away the graver thought which had before saddened her aspect, "what would thy sober friend Master Alwyn say to thee, if he heard thou hadst courted the wizard's daughter ?" "By my faith," exclaimed Marmaduke, "thou art a very April,--smiles and clouds in a breath! If what thou despisest in me be my want of bookcraft, and such like, by my halidame I will turn scholar for thy sake; and--" Here, as he had again taken Sibyll's hand, with the passionate ardour of his bold nature, not to be lightly daunted by a maiden's first "No," a sudden shrill, wild burst of laughter, accompanied with a gusty fit of unmelodious music from the street below, made both maiden and youth start, and turn their eyes; there, weaving their immodest dance, tawdry in their tinsel attire, their naked arms glancing above their heads, as they waved on high their instruments, went the timbrel-girls.
"Ha, ha!" cried their leader, "see the gallant and the witch-leman! The glamour has done its work! Foul is fair! foul is fair! and the devil will have his own!" But these creatures, whose bold license the ancient chronicler records, were rarely seen alone.

They haunted parties of pomp and pleasure; they linked together the extremes of life,--the grotesque Chorus that introduced the terrible truth of foul vice and abandoned wretchedness in the midst of the world's holiday and pageant.


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