Identifier: luttrellarran00leve (find matches)
Title: Luttrell of Arran
Year: 1873 (1870s)
Authors: Lever, Charles James, 1806-1872 Browne, Hablot Knight, 1815-1882, ill
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Publisher: London : Chapman and Hall
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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d, tlicy wished me to thuik I was deserted—a Luttrell of Arrau dying without a friend or a kinsman to close hiseyes. And the last Luttrell, too ! The haughty Luttrells, they calledus once ! Look around you, girl, at this misery, this want, thisdestitution ! Ai-e these the signs that show wealth and power ?And it is all that is left to us ! All ! My own dear uncle, if you but get ■well, and be yourself oncemore, it is enough of wealth for us. Are we alone, Kate ? asked he, stealthily. No, Sir ; poor Molly is here. Tell her to go. 1 have something to say to you. Look in thattop drawer for a paper tied with a string. No, not that—that is adirection for my funeral; the other—yes, you have it now—is mywill. Arran will be yours, Kate. You will love it through ail itsbarrenness, and never part with it. Promise me that. She muttered somethmg through her sobs. Be kind to these poor people. 1 have never been to them as Iought, but 1 brought them a broken heart as well as a broken for-
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SIB, WITHIN ABROAD. 395 tune. And wherever you live, come back sometimes to seethese old rocks, and sit in that old chair; for, solitary as itall is, it would grieve me bitterly if I thought it were to bedeserted ! She tried to speak, but could not. If those on the mainland should try to encroach—if they shouldcome upon your fishing grounds, girl—defend your rights. We havehad these royalties for more than three hundred years. Be firm, bebold ! He muttered on for some moments, and the last wordshis lips uttered were, A Luttrell of Arran ! His eyes closedas he said it, and he covered his face with his hand. Kate thoughtit was sleep, but it was the last sleep of all. CHAPTER LVIII. SIE WITHIN ABROAD. SiK Within, accompanied by Grenfe!!, who was now become an indispensable to him, left Dalradern for the continent. The oldman neither knew nor cared what direction he should take. The con-sciousness that any avowal of his love for Kate would but expose himto bitter raillery and ridicule

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