Jane Lomax; Or a Mother's Crime. by the Author of 'Brambletye House'. (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1838. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER VII. "Oh, Love how are thy precious, sweete9t moments Thus ever crossed, thus vexed with disappointment " Rowe. For a few days, Mm. Hunter had persisted, although with very mysterious and significant looks, in refusing to satisfy the inquiries of her son as to the donor of the hundred pounds, by which his liberation from prison had been so quickly and so unexpectedly effected; but, being from her natural simplicity and openness very ill calculated for concealments of any sort, she at length suffered her secret to ooze out. Had it been any other person, she might have hesitated, but Alfred, she argued, was so particularly trustworthy, that she was sure even Miss Owen herself would not object to his knowing the whole affair, if it were divulged to him in strict confidence. Thus fully justified, as she thought, in violating her promise, the good woman imparted to him the name of his benefactress, enlarging upon the handsome manner in which the boon had been conferred, as well as upon its important effects in screening him from the displeasure of Mr. Bryant, to whom his arrest remained unknown. "And now, my dear Alfred," continued the fond parent, " now that I am disburdening uiy bosom of its secrets, which I hate to keep there, because they are just like so many birds in a cage, fretting at their confinement, and longing to pop out and effect their escape, 1 must tell you of a discovery that I have made, and which I dare say you will be not a little surprised to hear." "I am all attention," said the son, "for I see by your countenance that it is of pleasant import, and to such tidings I am but seldom called to listen." "No, indeed, my poor dear Alfred you have nothing but annoyances and vexations to endure, and most sincerely do I wish--la there's...