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on: "Imagine not my courage tarnished by cowardly apprehensions of misinterpretation,—suspicion,—censoriousness; . . . No! let the world sneer at its pleasure! Its spleen will never keep pace with my contempt. But Harleigh!—I brave not the censure of Harleigh! even though prepared, and resolved, to quit him for evermore! And, with ideas punctilious such as his of feminine delicacy, he might blame, perhaps,—should I seek him alone—"

She blushed more deeply, and, with extreme agitation, added, "Harleigh, when we shall meet no more, will always honourably say, Her passion for me might be tinctured with madness, but its purity was without alloy!"

She now turned away, to hide a starting tear; but, soon resuming her usually lively manner, said, "I have traced you, at last, together; and by means of our caustick, bilious fellow-traveller, Riley; whom I encountered by accident; and who runs, snarling, yet cu-

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