Barford Abbey by Susannah Minific Gunning
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footstep, and flew to open it;--I gave him my hand, without knowing what
I did;--joy sparkled in his eyes and he prest it to his breast with a fervour that cover'd me with confusion. He saw what he had done,--He dropp'd it respectfully, and inquiring tenderly for my health, ask'd if I would honour him with my commands before he sat out for Town?--What a fool was I!--Lord bless me!--can I ever forget my folly? What do you think, my Lady! I did not speak;--no! I could not answer;--I was _silent_;--I was _silent_, when I would have given the world for one word.--When I did speak, it was not to Lord Darcey, but, still all fool, turn'd and said to Mr. Jenkings, who was looking over a parchment, How do you find yourself, Sir? Will not the journey you are going to take on horseback be too fatiguing? No, no, my good Lady; it is an exercise I have all my life been us'd to: to-morrow you will see me return the better for it. Mrs. Jenkings here enter'd, follow'd by a servant with the breakfast, which was plac'd before me, every one else having breakfasted.--She desir'd I would give myself the trouble of making tea, having some little matters to do without.--This task would have been a harder penance than a fast of three days;--but I must have submitted, had not my good genius Edmund appear'd at this moment; and placing himself by me, desir'd to have the honour of making my breakfast. I carried the cup with difficulty to my mouth. My embarrassment was perceiv'd by his Lordship; he rose from his seat, and walk'd up and down.--How did his manly form struggle to conceal the disorder of his mind!--Every movement, every look, every word, discover'd Honour in her most graceful, most ornamental garb: _when_ could it appear to such advantage, surrounded with a cloud of difficulties, yet shining out and |
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