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known , there were always two or three hands held out to clasp his the moment he appeared ; while many , who could not claim such a privilege , looked towards him , from time to time , with a gleam breaking upon their swart features , as if his coming was the advent of cheer to their spirits . They were never disappointed , for he spoke as well as he wrote , with the same unconscious flow of fire , feeling , force , and sweetness . Cyril rarely made his escape from this scene , ( which , however , in reality a dark dingy den , was , by the power of social intellect , converted into a region of light , and warmth , anci gladness , ) otherwise than linked arm in arm with soixiq one , not fitted by conventional rules or the claims of equal powers to be his com- ' panion ; but who grappled him by an appeal few can resist , — admiration for his talent , and regard for himself . Yet Cyril was not given to intemperance ; though many , with whom . * misery made him acquainted , ' were . His dreams borrowed nothing of their beauty or eccentricity from the effects of inebriety ; so that if the morning brought him a one guinead brief , or a half guinea motion , it always found him clear-headed , and often ( poor fellow !) glad-hearted . Alas ! how little do the rich know how much sweetness a single guinea will often drop into the poor man ' s cup ! There , Cyril , there is a tear for thee , and for thy fortunes ; let it be added to the million which thy pathos and thy humour have provoked !
Cyril was returning home one night , through a heavy rain , when his ear was suddenly caught , as he passed a doorway , by
the sound of some one weeping . His buoyant step was instantl y stayed , and , turning his head , he saw two women , evidently standing up from the rain . He had an umbrella , and , obeying the impulse of the moment , he made them an offer of it . After a slight hesitation it was accepted , at the same time a very gentle
voice observed , We have been unable to procure a coach , and my daughter and myself have found much difficulty in getting so far as this , for she is very delicate ; at length her exhaustion became so great we were compelled to pause here , in the hope that the wind and rain might abate . '
' Well , madam / replied Cyril , ' as the umbrella can shelter but one , will you walk on with it as guide , and permit me to support this young lady , and shelter her with my cloak , which is sufficiently ample for the purpose ?'
A quarter of an hour ' s walk led them to a street leading off from the Strand , and the light which was brought to the door at
which they knocked , gave Cyril a perfect view of his new acquaintances . The elder was a somewhat elegant woman , between forty and fifty years of age ; the younger , a g irl about eighteen , who , as she escaped from his cloak , revealed a small but beautiful figure , and a very lovely face , though pale as the pearl yet sloping in its shell . The momentary glance of a timid
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146 Sketches of . Domestic Life .
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), March 2, 1835, page 146, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2643/page/2/
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