Anna St. Ives by Thomas Holcroft
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page 184 of 686 (26%)
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You--you-- I have not seen Mr. Clifton? Right--But I said I had made the promise to _myself_. Poor Frank could contain no longer! I see, madam, said he, I am despised; and I deserve contempt; I crouch to it, I invite it, and have obtained a full portion of it--Yet why?--What have I done?--Why is this sudden change?--The false glitter that deceives mankind then is irresistible!--But surely, madam, justice is as much my due as if my name were Clifton. Spurn me, trample on me, when I sully myself by vice and infamy! But till then I should once have hoped to have escaped being humbled in the dust, by one whom I regarded as the most benignant, as well as the most deserving and equitable of earthly creatures! This is indeed a heavy charge: and I am afraid much of it is too true. Here is company coming. I am sorry I cannot answer it immediately. I can suffer any thing rather than exist under my present tortures. Will you favour me so far, madam, as to grant me half an hour's hearing? Willingly. It is what I wish. Come to my apartment after dinner. Clifton came up, and I have no doubt read in our countenances that something more than common had passed. Indeed I perceived it, or thought so; but his imagination took another turn, in consequence of my informing him, that I had been just telling Frank I had promised myself |
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