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I sighed involuntarily. "Yes, my friend, I doubt not that such are your present feelings. While my own heart beats with responsive sympathies, I know not why I should distrust their continuance; yet how can I efface from that misgiving heart the fearful presage that event yet vibrates on my startled ear, ---- 'Mary will be contemned by the man she loves; William Pelham will become a man of the world'?"
"Cruel and unjust girl! how have I merited suspicions thus injurious?"
Ah! how full of charms, how insidious, is the eloquence of a beloved object! While my lover pictured to my
