What is
grocery for one who has ambition? What sweetness hath Muscovada to him
who hath tasted of Poesy? The Ideal, lady, I often think, is the true
Real, and the Actual, but a visionary hallucination. But pardon me; with
what may I serve thee?"
"I came only for sixpenn'orth of tea-dust," the girl said, with a
faltering voice; "but oh, I should like to hear you speak on for ever!"
Only for sixpenn'orth of tea-dust? Girl, thou camest for other things!
Thou lovedst his voice? Siren! what was the witchery of thine own? He
deftly made up the packet, and placed it in the little hand. She paid
for her small purchase, and with a farewell glance of her lustrous eyes,
she left him. She passed slowly through the portal, and in a moment
was lost in the crowd. It was noon in Chepe. And George de Barnwell was
alone.
Vol. II.
We have selected the following episodical chapter in preference to
anything relating to the mere story of George Barnwell, with which most
readers are familiar.
Up to this passage (extracted from the beginning of Vol. II.) the tale
is briefly thus:
The rogue of a Millwood has come back every day to the grocer's shop in
Chepe, wanting some sugar, or some nutmeg, or some figs, half a dozen
times in the week.
She and George de Barnwell have vowed to each other an eternal
attachment.
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