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ETHEL CHURCHILL.
Robert will decree that you shall be set in gold!"
"Let him give my poor old grandmother liberty, and I care for nothing else!"
"Well," cried Henrietta, "do not look so pale and wo-begone about it,
'As some fair tulip, by a storm oppressed,
Shrinks up, and folds its silken arms to rest;
And, bending to the blast all pale and dead,
Hears from within the winds sing round its nest.
So shrouded up, your beauty disappears;
Unveil, my love! and lay aside your fears.'"
At that very moment the door opened, and the young secretary announced that Sir Robert Walpole would be happy to receive them.
