CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER IX
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"And now I live -- O wherefore do I live? And with that pang I prayed to be no more. " WORDSWORTH.
IT was about nine o'clock that evening, and Maltravers was alone in his room. His carriage was at the door -- his servants were arranging the luggage -- he was going that night to Burleigh. London -- society-the world -- were grown hateful to him. His galled and indignant spirit demanded solitude. At this time, Lumley Ferrers entered.