Life's Progress Through The Passions - Or, The Adventures of Natura by Eliza Fowler Haywood
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the reason of her absence, and protesting it was not her fault, he
grew as fond of her as ever; and among a great many other tender expressions, 'I wish,' said he, 'I were a man, and you a woman.'--'Why?' returned she; 'because,' cried he, 'we would be married.'--'O fye,' answered the little coquet, 'I should hate you, if you thought of any such thing; for I will never be married.' Then turned away with an affected scornfulness, and yet looked kindly enough upon him from the corner of one eye.--'I am sure,' resumed he, 'if you loved me as well as I do you, you would like to be married to me, for then we should be always together.'--He was going on with something farther in this innocent courtship, when some one or other of the family, coming into the room, broke it off; and whether it was resumed afterwards, or not, I cannot pretend to determine, nor whether he had opportunity to take any particular leave of her before his departure, which happened, as his father had threatened, the succeeding day. CHAP. IV. Shews, that till we arrive at a certain age, the impressions made on us are easily erased; and also that when those which bear the name of love are once rooted in the mind, there are no lengths to which we may not be transported by that passion, if great care is not taken to prevent its getting the ascendant over reason. The change of scene did not make any change in the sentiments of our |
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