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PAUL CLIFFORD.
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CHAPTER V.
That contrast of the harden'd and mature,
The calm brow brooding o'er the project dark,
With the clear, loving heart, and spirit pure
Of youth—I love—yet, hating, love to mark!
The calm brow brooding o'er the project dark,
With the clear, loving heart, and spirit pure
Of youth—I love—yet, hating, love to mark!
H. Fletcher.
On the forenoon of the day after the ball, the carriage of William Brandon, packed and prepared, was at the door of his abode at Bath; meanwhile, the lawyer was closeted with his brother. "My dear Joseph," said the Barrister, "I do not leave you without being fully sensible of your kindness evinced to me, both in coming hither, contrary to your habits, and accompanying me every where, despite of your tastes."
"Mention it not, my dear William," said the kind-hearted Squire, "for your delightful society
