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قراءة كتاب Heart A Social Novel
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HEART;
A SOCIAL NOVEL.
BY
MARTIN FARQUHAR TUPPER, A.M., F.R.S.
AUTHOR OF
PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY.
HARTFORD:
PUBLISHED BY SILAS ANDRUS & SON.
1851.
Contents
| I. | WHEREIN TWO ANXIOUS PARENTS HOLD A COLLOQUY. | 245 |
| II. | HOW THE DAUGHTER HAS A HEART; AND, WHAT IS COMMONER, A LOVER. | 249 |
| III. | PATERNAL AMIABILITIES. | 252 |
| IV. | EXCUSATORY. | 257 |
| V. | WHEREIN A WELL-MEANING MOTHER ACTS VERY FOOLISHLY. | 260 |
| VI. | PLEASANT BROTHER JOHN. | 263 |
| VII. | PROVIDENCE SEES FIT TO HELP VILLANY. | 268 |
| VIII. | THE ROGUE'S TRIUMPH. | 273 |
| IX. | FALSE-WITNESS KILLS A MOTHER, AND WOULD WILLINGLY STARVE A SISTER. | 278 |
| X. | HOW TO HELP ONE'S SELF. | 283 |
| XI. | FRAUD CUTS HIS FINGERS WITH HIS OWN EDGED TOOLS. | 289 |
| XII. | HEART'S CORE. | 293 |
| XIII. | HOPE'S BIRTH TO INNOCENCE, AND HOPE'S DEATH TO FRAUD. | 296 |
| XIV. | PROBABLE RECONCILIATION. | 298 |
| XV. | THE FATHER FINDS HIS HEART FOR EVER. | 302 |
| XVI. | A WORD ABOUT ORIGINALITY AND MOURNING. | 306 |
| XVII. | THE HOUSE OF FEASTING. | 308 |
| XVIII. | THE END OF THE HEARTLESS. | 312 |
| XIX. | WHEREIN MATTERS ARE CONCLUDED. | 320 |
HEART.
"Is he rich, ma'am? is he rich? ey? what—what? is he rich?"
Sir Thomas was a rapid little man, and quite an epicure in the use of that luscious monosyllable.
"Is he rich, Lady Dillaway? ey? what?"
"Really, Thomas, you never give me time to answer," replied the quintescence of quietude, her ladyship; "and then it is perpetually the same question, and—"
"Well, ma'am, can there be a more important question asked? I repeat it, is he rich? ey? what?
"You know, Sir Thomas, we never are agreed about the meaning of that word; but I should say, very."
As Lady Dillaway always spoke quite softly in a whisper, she had failed to enlighten the knight; but he seemed, notwithstanding, to have caught her intention instinctively; for he added, in his impetuous, imperious way,
"No nonsense now, about talents and virtues, and all such trash; but quick, ma'am, quick—is the man rich?"
"In talents, as you mention the word, certainly, very rich; a more clever or accomplished—"
"Cut it short, ma'am—cut it short, I say—I'll have no adventurers, who live by their wits, making up to my daughter—pedantic puppies, good for ushers, nothing else. What do they mean by knowing so much? ey? what?"
"And then, Sir Thomas, if you will only let me speak, a man of purer morals, finer feelings, higher Christian—"
"Bah! well enough for curates: go on, ma'am—go on, and make haste to the point of all points—is he rich?"
"You know I never will make haste, Thomas, for I never can have patience, and you shall hear; I am little in the habit of judging people entirely by their purses,