Barford Abbey by Susannah Minific Gunning
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crowding on my mind, that I have positively deny'd Edmund to intercede
with his father regarding the commission.--A bare surmise that he is my rival, has silenced me.--Was I ungenerous enough to indulge myself in getting rid of him, an opportunity now offers;--but I am _as_ averse to such proceedings as _he_ ought to be who is the friend of Molesworth, and writes the name of DARCEY. LETTER XI. The Honourable GEORGE MOLESWORTH to Lord DARCEY. _Bath_. Believe me, my dear Lord, I never suspected you capable of designs you justly hold in abhorrence.--If I expressed myself warmly, it was owing to your keeping from me the knowledge of those particulars which have varied every circumstance.--I saw my friend a poor restless being, irresolute, full of perplexities.--I felt for him.--I rejoice now to find from whence this _irresolution_, those _perplexities_ arose.--She is,--she must,--by heaven! she shall be yours:--A reward fit only for _such_ great--_such_ noble resolutions. You talk of a _last_ argument--Forbear _that_ argument.--You _must_ not use it before you have laid your intentions open to Sir |
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