He placed his hands over his eyes, and, with a strange shivering convulsion of the frame, sobbed aloud.
CHAPTER IX.—LESTER VANE AND VIVIAN.
Take back the foul reproach, unmanner’d railer!
Nor urge my rage too far, lest thou should’st find
I have as daring spirit in my blood
As thou or any of thy race e’er boasted;
And though no gaudy titles grac’d my birth,
Yet Heaven that made me honest, made me more