Explore "What Will He Do With It? Book VII" by Edward Bulwer-lytton on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
"Quem Fors dierum cunque dabit Lucro appone. " -- HORAT.
Lionel stood, expectant, in the centre of the room, and as the two female forms entered, the lights were full upon their faces. That younger face -- it is she -- it is she, the unforgotten -- the long-lost. Instinctively, as if no years had rolled between -- as if she were still the little child, he the boy who had coveted such a sister -- he sprang forward and opened his arms, and as suddenly halted, dropped the arms to, his side, blushing, confused, abashed. She! that vagrant child! -- she! that form so elegant -- that great peeress's pupil -- adopted daughter, she the poor wandering Sophy! She! -- impossible!