Life's Progress Through The Passions - Or, The Adventures of Natura by Eliza Fowler Haywood
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less reasons for being so, than those with whom he thought it the
greatest happiness of his life to have become acquainted. Wonderful are the workings of love on a young heart: pleasure has the same effect as pain, and permits as little rest: it was not in the power of Natura to close his eyes for a long time after he went to bed.--He recollected every thing the dear creature had said;--in what manner she looked, when speaking such or such a thing;--how inchanting she sang, and what a genteelness accompanied all she did:--when he fell into a slumber, it was only to bring her more perfectly into his mind; whatever had past in the few hours he had been with her, returned, with additional graces on her part, and her idea had in sleep all the effect her real presence could have had in waking. With what care did he dress himself the next day:--what fears was he not possessed of, lest all about him should not be exact:--never yet had he consulted the great glass with such assiduity;--never till now examined how far he had been indebted to nature for personal endowments. His impatience would have carried him to pay a morning visit, but he feared that would be too great a freedom, and therefore restrained himself till after dinner, though what he eat could scarce be called so; the food his _mind_ languished for, being wanting, the body was too complaisant to indulge itself.--After rising from table, not a minute passed without looking on his watch, and at the same time cursing the tedious seconds, which seemed to him increased from sixty to six hundred.--The hour of five at length put an end to his suspence, and he took his way to the dear, well-remembered mansion of his adorable. |
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