Barford Abbey by Susannah Minific Gunning
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looking quite frantic,--Good God! why should that sex practise so many
arts? He pray'd,--intreated,--left no argument untried. I cannot picture his countenance, when I declared myself resolved.--He caught both my hands, fixed his eyes stedfastly upon me. Then you are inflexible, Madam?--Nothing can move you to pity the most wretched of his sex.--Know you the person living that could prevail?--If you do,--say so;--I will bring him instantly on his knees. There is not in the world, my Lord, one who could prevent me from paying my _duty_, my _affection_, my _obedience_, to Lady Mary Sutton: if due to a parent, how much more from me to _Lady Mary_;--a poor orphan, who have experienced from her the most maternal fondness? The word _orphan_ struck him; he reeled from me and flung himself into a chair opposite, leaning his head on a table which stood near. I declare he distress'd me greatly;--I know not what my thoughts were at that moment;--I rose to quit the room; he started up. Don't leave me, Miss Warley;--don't leave me. I _will_ keep you no longer in the dark: I _must_ not suffer in your opinion,--be the consequence-- Here we were interrupted by Edmund.--I was sorry he just then entered;--I would have given the world to know what his Lordship was about to say. When we were in the coach, instead of explaining himself, he assumed rather a chearful air; and asked, if my time was fix'd for going to |
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