Identifier: l00ucilelyttrich (find matches)
Title: Lucile
Year: 1868 (1860s)
Authors: Lytton, Edward Robert Bulwer Lytton, Earl of, 1831-1891
Subjects: Du Maurier, George, 1834-1896
Publisher: London : Chapman and Hall, 193, Piccadilly
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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languidly turnd it, fell oerHis late travelling companion, now passing beforeThe inn, at the window of which he still sat,In full toilette,—boots varnishd, and snowy cravat,Gaily smoothing and buttoning a yellow kid glove.As he turnd down the avenue. Watching above,From his window, the stranger, who stoppd as he walkdTo mix with those groups, and now nodded, now talkd.To the young Paris dandies. Lord Alfred discernd.By the way hats were lifted, and glances were turnd,That this unknown acquaintance, now bound for the ball,Was a person of rank or of fashion ; for allWhom he bowd to in passing, or stoppd with and chatterd,Walkd on with a look which implied . . . . I feel flatterd ! XXIV.His form was soon lost in the distance and gloom. XXV. Lord Alfred still sat by himself in his room. He had finishd, one after the other, a dozen Or more cigarettes. He had thought of his cousin : He had thought of Matilda, and thought of Lucile : He had thought about many things : thought a great deal
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CANTO II. LUCILE. 37 Of himself: of his past hfe, his future, his present: He had thought of the moon, neither full moon nor crescent : Of the gay world, so sad ! life, so sweet and so sour! He had thought, too, of glory, and fortune, and power: Thought of love, and the country, and sympathy, and A poets asylum in some distant land : Thought of man in the abstract and woman, no doubt, In particular ; also he had thought much about His digestion, his debts, and his dinner: and last, He thought that the night would be stupidly passd If he thought any more of such matters at all: So he rose, and resolved to set out for the ball. XXVI. I believe, ere he finishd his tardy toilette.That Lord Alfred had spoild, and flung by in a pet,Half-a-dozen white neckcloths, and lookd for the nonceTwenty times in the glass, if he lookd in it once.I believe that he split up, in drawing them on.Three pair of pale lavender gloves, one by one.And this is the reason, no doubt, that at last,When he reachd the

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