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The last days of Pompeii / by Edward George Bulwer-Lytton

 
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dc.contributor.author Lytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron, 1803-1873
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dc.date.created 1834
dc.date.issued 1993-12-21
dc.identifier ota:2004
dc.identifier.citation http://purl.ox.ac.uk/ota/2004
dc.identifier.uri http://hdl.handle.net/20.500.12024/2004
dc.description.abstract This work was published in various locations in 1834 and the exact source is not clear.
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dc.subject.lcsh Novels -- Great Britain -- 19th century
dc.title The last days of Pompeii / by Edward George Bulwer-Lytton
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1834 THE LAST DAYS OF POMPEII by Edward George Bulwer-Lytton BOOK I Chapter I THE TWO GENTLEMEN OF POMPEII 'HO, Diomed, well met! Do you sup with Glaucus to-night?' said a young man of small stature, who wore his tunic in those loose and effeminate folds which proved him to be a gentleman and a coxcomb. 'Alas, no! dear Clodius; he has not invited me,' replied Diomed, a man of portly frame and of middle age. 'By Pollux, a scurvy trick! for they say his suppers are the best in Pompeii'. 'Pretty well- though there is never enough of wine for me. It is not the old Greek blood that flows in his veins, for he pretends that wine makes him dull the next morning.' 'There may be another reason for that thrift,' said Diomed, raising his brows. 'With all his conceit and extravagance he is not so rich, I fanc . . .

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