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Westward Ho!

CHAPTER VIII
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Venus is awful when despised, as the daughters of Proetus found: but her handmaids are the Graces, not the Furies.

Surely he who loves aright will not only find love lovely, but become himself lovely also.

I speak not to reprehend you, gentlemen; for to you (as your piercing wits have already perceived, to judge by your honorable blushes) my discourse tends; but to point you, if you will but permit me, to that rock which I myself have, I know not by what Divine good hap, attained; if, indeed, I have attained it, and am not about to be washed off again by the next tide." Frank's rapid and fantastic oratory, utterly unexpected as it was, had as yet left their wits no time to set their tempers on fire; but when, weak from his wounds, he paused for breath, there was a haughty murmur from more than one young gentleman, who took his speech as an impertinent interference with each man's right to make a fool of himself; and Mr.Coffin, who had sat quietly bolt upright, and looking at the opposite wall, now rose as quietly, and with a face which tried to look utterly unconcerned, was walking out of the room: another minute, and Lady Bath's prophecy about the feast of the Lapithae might have come true.
But Frank's heart and head never failed him.
"Mr.Coffin!" said he, in a tone which compelled that gentleman to turn round, and so brought him under the power of a face which none could have beheld for five minutes and borne malice, so imploring, tender, earnest was it.

"My dear Mr.Coffin! If my earnestness has made me forget even for a moment the bounds of courtesy, let me entreat you to forgive me.

Do not add to my heavy griefs, heavy enough already, the grief of losing a friend.


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