To be hurried about the world by such a man,
treated sometimes with crushing severity, and at others with the tenderest
love, not to be spoken to for one fortnight, and then to be embraced
perpetually for another, to be cast every now and then into some abyss of
despair by his rashness, and then raised to a pinnacle of human joy by his
courage--that, thought Lizzie, would be the kind of life which would suit
her poetical temperament. But then, how would it be with her if the
Corsair were to take to hurrying about the world without carrying her with
him, and were to do so always at her expense? Perhaps he might hurry about
the world and take somebody else with him. Medora, if Lizzie remembered
rightly, had had no jointure or private fortune. But yet a woman must risk
something if the spirit of poetry is to be allowed any play at all! "And
now these weary diamonds again," said Lord George, as the carriage was
stopped against the Carlisle platform. "I suppose they must go into your
bedroom, Lady Eustace?"
"I wish you'd let the man put the box in yours, just for this night," said
Lizzie.
"No, not if I know it," said Lord George.
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