The Last Man


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anxiously, that I dared not pronounce the word plague, that hovered on my  
lips, lest they should construe my perturbed looks into a symptom, and see  
infection in my languor. I had scarcely recovered, and with feigned  
hilarity had brought back smiles into my little circle, when we saw Ryland  
approach.  
Ryland had something the appearance of a farmer; of a man whose muscles and  
full grown stature had been developed under the influence of vigorous  
exercise and exposure to the elements. This was to a great degree the case:  
for, though a large landed proprietor, yet, being a projector, and of an  
ardent and industrious disposition, he had on his own estate given himself  
up to agricultural labours. When he went as ambassador to the Northern  
States of America, he, for some time, planned his entire migration; and  
went so far as to make several journies far westward on that immense  
continent, for the purpose of choosing the site of his new abode. Ambition  
turned his thoughts from these designs--ambition, which labouring through  
various lets and hindrances, had now led him to the summit of his hopes, in  
making him Lord Protector of England.  
His countenance was rough but intelligent--his ample brow and quick grey  
eyes seemed to look out, over his own plans, and the opposition of his  
enemies. His voice was stentorian: his hand stretched out in debate, seemed  
by its gigantic and muscular form, to warn his hearers that words were not  
his only weapons. Few people had discovered some cowardice and much  
infirmity of purpose under this imposing exterior. No man could crush a  
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butterfly on the wheel" with better effect; no man better cover a speedy  
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