Evelyn Clare; or, the Wrecked Homsteads, by Erigen

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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: has been, and will be so, for aught I know, to the end of time. The General little knew that she whom he felt he loved at first sight, was wooed by another, and that other a minister of the creed she professed. Had some one explained the matter to the yonng General, he might have been awakened to his real position, but as there was no one to explain the matter thus to him, he fell in love blissfully ignorant of his situation. Time wore on with anecdote and song, and at rather a late hour the party at Mr. Clare's house broke up, apparently in joyous spirits, though in reality there were more aching hearts than one that succumbed to the contagion of love. CHAPTER m. WINE AND VILLANY?PLOTTING AN EVICTION?IN THE RENT OFFICE. Adjoining the Castlevale estates was a vast piece of property in the possession of a young nobleman named Lord Ironhoof, who resided in London, and visited his property only twice a year, to receive the rents from his tenants. In common with all absentee landlords, he had adeputy or agent, who resided on his estates and transacted business, almost at his own discretion. It happened to be rent day, and Lord Ironhoof and his agent, Mr. Gore, were busy receiving the rents in the house of the latter. The peasants crowded round the door and in the lawn in front of the house, as only one was admitted at a time. Well, Gore, we must at once proceed to business. What is the first name on your list? Baid Lord Ironhoof, addressing his agent. The first name is Misther Hogg, the local magistrate, replied Gore. Ah, yes, to be sure, call him in. He is waitin' in the parlour. He wishes to spake to you before proceeding to business. Very well, let him come in. And accordingly, the magistrate was ushered into the rent office. Good morning, ...