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Arthur Mervyn - Or, Memoirs of the Year 1793 by Charles Brockden Brown
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would take place between us. Time would lay level impediments and
establish familiarity, and this intercourse might foster love and
terminate in--_marriage_!

These images were of a nature too glowing and expansive to allow me to
be longer inactive. I sallied forth into the open air. This tumult of
delicious thoughts in some time subsided, and gave way to images
relative to my present situation. My curiosity was awake. As yet I had
seen little of the city, and this opportunity for observation was not to
be neglected. I therefore coursed through several streets, attentively
examining the objects that successively presented themselves.

At length, it occurred to me to search out the house in which I had
lately been immured. I was not without hopes that at some future period
I should be able to comprehend the allusions and brighten the
obscurities that hung about the dialogue of last night.

The house was easily discovered. I reconnoitred the court and gate
through which I had passed. The mansion was of the first order in
magnitude and decoration. This was not the bound of my present
discovery, for I was gifted with that confidence which would make me set
on foot inquiries in the neighbourhood. I looked around for a suitable
medium of intelligence. The opposite and adjoining houses were small,
and apparently occupied by persons of an indigent class. At one of these
was a sign denoting it to be the residence of a tailor. Seated on a
bench at the door was a young man, with coarse uncombed locks, breeches
knee-unbuttoned, stockings ungartered, shoes slipshod and unbuckled, and
a face unwashed, gazing stupidly from hollow eyes. His aspect was
embellished with good nature, though indicative of ignorance.

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