But when the bully¹ with assuming pace,

Cocks his broad hat, edged round with tarnish’d lace,

Yield not the way — defy his strutting³ pride,

And thrust him to the muddy kennel’s side,

Yet rather bear the shower and toils⁴ of mud,

Than in the doubtful quarrel risk thy blood.

GAY’S TRIVIA.

Julian Peveril, half-leading, half-supporting, Alice Bridgenorth, had reached the middle of Saint Jame’s Street ere the doubt occurred to him which way they should bend their course. He then asked Alice whither he should conduct her, and learned, to his surprise and embarrassment⁵, that, far from knowing where her father was to be found, she had no certain knowledge that he was in London, and only hoped that he had arrived, from the expressions which he had used at parting. She mentioned her uncle Christian⁷’s address, but it was with doubt and hesitation⁸, arising from the hands in which he had already placed her; and her reluctance⁹ to go again under his protection was strongly confirmed by her youthful guide, when a few words had established to his conviction the identity of Ganlesse and Christian. — What then was to be done?

“Alice,” said Julian, after a moment’s reflection, “you must seek your earliest and best friend — I mean my mother. She has now no castle in which to receive you — she has but a miserable¹⁰ lodging¹¹, so near the jail in which my father is confined, that it seems almost a cell of the same prison. I have not seen her since my coming hither; but thus much have I learned by

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