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resistible.—Those wantons have such arts, such fascinating charms—there is some apology for a young man—and then, how could he help it? he had nothing else to give her—surely she paid him amply for it by her caresses.
Amelia.
My ring to a wanton? how sayst thou?
Francis.
Fy, fy! 'twas infamous indeed—But still, if that had been all—was it not easy to have redeem'd it, however costly—a good Jew might have lent the money.—But perhaps she did not like the fashion of it—it may be he changed it himself for a handsomer!
Amelia
(Warmly.) But my ring!—my ring!
Francis.
Ay, think of that.—Had I had such a jewel—and from Amelia too!—death itself should not have ravish'd it from this hand.—What think you, Amelia?—'Tis not the value of the diamond, 'tis not the costliness of the work—'tis love that gives it value.—Dear child! she weeps—Oh! curs'd be