ABSTRACT
Up to this time not a whisper had ever been heard, of the ill blood that was secretly fermenting in my breast against Clifford. It was but just before, that the insurrection of Penruddock had exploded, an occasion that blew up the embers of my school-boy detestation of this accomplished young man, into a flame. Clifford had engaged in the insurrection from the sentiment he had recently professed to Henrietta, the resolution, that he would enlist under the banners of ambition, and that he would rest no more, till he had obtained for himself honours and distinction. It was not long after the defeat / of this gallant handful of men, that the revolution took place in the mind of Clifford’s kinsman, which promised to have as favourable an operation with regard to the dearest wishes of his heart, as could have resulted from the most successful progress in the hazardous paths of ambition. The dangers perhaps that he had incurred in this insurrection, and the gallant spirit he had displayed in every thing that related to it, combined with the influence of domestic calamity, to turn towards him the heart of his wealthy relation.
