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She loves me! loves me still!—Her tears betray her! Yes, she loves me!———Oh heavens! is that the couch on which we so oft have sat—where I have hung in rapture on her neck? Are these my father's halls?—O days of bliss for ever past!—for ever! Ah! How the dear remembrance of those days shoots through my soul, like the first burst of spring!—O wretch! here should have been thy happy residence—here shouldst thou have pass'd thy days—honoured, respected, loved—here shouldst thou have seen the years of thy blest infancy revive in the blooming offspring of thy Amelia—here received the willing homage of thy happy dependants.—No more!—I must return—return to misery!—Farewel, dear mansion! my father's house!—scenes that have seen me in my years of childhood, when my free bosom beat with rapture—that have seen me this day miserable—in despair! (Walks towards the door, and then suddenly stops.) Shall I never behold her more?—not for a last adieu!—no more kiss those dear lips!—Yes, I will see her once more—once more enfold her in my arms—were I to die for it.—I must have one greedy draught of the poison of