Barford Abbey by Susannah Minific Gunning
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page 73 of 205 (35%)
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My coming down interrupted a _tête-à-tête_ between his Lordship and Edmund. The latter withdrew soon after I entered;--_it look'd some-how as if designed;--it vexed me_;--mean it how he would, _it much_ disconcerted me:--I _hate_, I _despise_ the least appearance of design.--In vain did I attempt to bring him back; he only answer'd he would be with us instantly. I was no sooner seated, than his Lordship placed himself by me; and fetching a deep sigh, said, I wish it was in my power to oblige Miss Warley as much as it is in hers to oblige me.-- My Lord, I cannot conceive how I have it in my power to oblige you. He took my hand,--Yes, Madam, to make _me_ happy,--for ever happy,--to make _Sir James_ and _Lady Powis happy_, you have only to determine not to quit your native country. Stop! my Lord, if you mean my going to _Montpellier_, I am determin'd.--And are you _really_ determin'd, Miss Warley?--his face overspread with a dreadful paleness. I am, my Lord, But what are you determin'd? Are you determined to distress your friends? I wish not to distress my friends: nothing would give me so much pain; but I _must_ go;--indeed I _must_. He rose up;--walk'd about the room,--came back to his seat again, |
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