Clumber chase; or, Love's riddle solved by a royal sphinxA tale of the restoration . that I really take great in-terest in him. My dear Sir Allen, what right have you totake such great interest, unless you lend himmoney ? for he is devilish poor. * Of course ; all people who live by their witsare poor. And others, who have no wits to live by,still poorer, said Killigrew, as he vanisheddown the stairs. And although this time Sir Allen called afterhim to return, he did not hear—as none are sodeaf as those who dont choose to hear. Thefact is, the bereaved father wanted to ask himfor Paul Ingoldsb
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Clumber chase; or, Love's riddle solved by a royal sphinxA tale of the restoration . that I really take great in-terest in him. My dear Sir Allen, what right have you totake such great interest, unless you lend himmoney ? for he is devilish poor. * Of course ; all people who live by their witsare poor. And others, who have no wits to live by, still poorer, said Killigrew, as he vanisheddown the stairs. And although this time Sir Allen called afterhim to return, he did not hear—as none are sodeaf as those who dont choose to hear. Thefact is, the bereaved father wanted to ask himfor Paul Ingoldsbys address, so he had to write 288 Clumber Chase, 1670. to him for it; but Killigrew was exceedinglysorry he did not know it, having only met In-gold sby by accident in the street. When he had at length got rid of his visitors, Sir Allen rang for his hat and gloves, and salliedforth, taking all the bye ways in preference tothe highways; but, indeed, he was one of thatgreat majority who had all his life been fond ofdisporting himself in ^^ Byepath Meadow. 1670. Clumber Chase, 289. CHAPTER XIV. CHECKMATE. m ALLEN BRODERICK pursued tlie2^726 ven tenor of his way till he arrivedat a tall gloomy looking house inBarbican, solid as a fortress, withnot only iron cross bars, like those of a prison tothe lower windows, but the sills of the windowswere ornamented with triune iron spikes, whichseemed a sort of grim, black metallic effigic re-presentation of lilies. The house had belonged, in the reign of Richard the Second, to a Nether-land bullion merchant, diamond merchant, andusurer; and hence all these precautions for keep-ing out, so necessary to the business of takingin. The whole building looked suspicious, sharp, shrewd, and astute, like the stronghold of all thatwas occult, tortuous, and requisite for the modusoperandi of weaving plots, or forging springes ;for fabricating, in fact, the costly tissue ofChicane, which has gold for its weft, and sin forits warp, and broken hearts and