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"Pray leave me. I cannot, must not, listen to you!"

"Not listen to me? Have I offended? No, impossible. You do not mean it. You love me, Juliet-surely you love me! Oh, confirm my hopes-oh, speak!"

And was there need? Her looks betrayed the feelings of her heart; and when she spoke, the thrilling tenderness of her soft tones belied her words.

"Lord Hewiston, pray leave me. I thank you deeply for your good opinion, but it is useless. I am, I always shall be, your friend, your sincere friend. I never can be more! Pray do not urge

me-it is useless."

"Now you are jesting, surely. You wish to try me to try your power! I cannot, I will not believe it. Sincere friend! how could you utter such cruel words? You would be kinder, could you read my heart-you do not know me-you think me gay and trifling, you think I have no feelings-but oh, believe me, no heart ever beat with a more passionate love than mine; none ever felt a more entire devotion-adoration. Juliet! my own, my beautiful beloved!"

Her self-command had nearly deserted her. She could not restrain her tears,

"You are weeping," he cried. "Oh, Heavens,

have I distressed you! I, who have no wish but for your happiness! tell me, command me. What

can I do?"

"Ah, speak of this no more! Forget what you have said."

"Forget? You may forget what I have said; I cannot forget what I feel! But, why this hesitation? I see it all-you love another! Fool that I am, I never dreamed of this. Juliet, be candid, trust him who loves you! Say that you love another, and I will never annoy you more. But you are unhappy-surely, oh surely, you do not love in vain? Love! -you love, and not love me? But let me aid you -if I am wretched, let me see you happy. Say, shall I bring my favoured rival to your


"Lord Hewiston, you do me great injustice. I will be candid: fortune has placed us in very different spheres-you may not think of me."

"But do you love another?"

"What can it matter?"

"Nay, tell me-tell me-you do?"

"Indeed I do not!"

"Then you are mine! Heaven bless you for

that word. Earth shall not part us!"

"Will you not hear me? I have a father, poor, in difficulties. I must not think of love. You have a father proud and noble, you may not think of me! Let us fulfil our duties, let me return to my own humble friends, and not forget my own position; and you go back to your noble friends, and forget all this-forget it!"

"You have not told me if you love me?"

"Why ask me? when I tell you it is impossible." "What is the mighty obstacle? Tell me, I will remove it!"

"I may not tell; it is my father's secret. It is sufficient, however, to say, I never can be your wife. What would your noble parents say to such a daughter? They would turn from me in disdain."

"Not so; partial as they are, even they would own their Harry not worthy of his bride."

"Now let us part. Further discourse is useless. I return to my home, never again to leave my own sphere; and you will find I am right. You will forget me; you will be happy."

"May I not see your father? He will not be so obdurate."

You will find it impos

"My father! no, no. sible to prevail with your own parents. But, why talk thus? I know the strong necessity.

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"Then you would give me hope? You have not said you love me. Say so now, and I will wait with patience!"

"Is it kind to press me thus, when I have told you we may never meet again? Have mercy on me!-leave me !"

"You are unhappy-I distress you—I am gone. A few months, and I will seek you again. Perhaps I shall not be welcome. You give me no assurance, while I pledge solemnly. . . ."

"No, no. I make no promises; I do not accept your pledges; I release you from all you have said. Let us part now, and for ever. If you love me, you will heed my last request. Forget me; oh, forget me! Seek some rich and noble bride, who may love you without regret, and whom your parents will be proud to claim. Farewell; may you be happy!"


She extended her hand, without daring to raise

eyes, to gaze for the last time on him she loved so fondly. But neither words nor looks were needed; her trembling voice sufficiently betrayed her feelings, and gave happiness to her hearer, even though it breathed farewell.

And he, too, repeated that dreadful word; but in a voice of hope:

"Farewell," he cried, pressing her hand to his lips; "farewell, but only for a time. We shall meet again. Nothing shall part us. Remember


And he was gone.

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