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"Who are you?" faintly asked Leoline

"Your friend, fair lady, and Sir Norsley's"

Hubert looked to see Leoline start and blush, and was deeply gratified

to see her do both; and her whole pretty countenance becaic talisman of freedom and joy

"What is your name, and who are you?" she inquired, in a breathless sort

of way, that made Hubert look at her a moment in calm astonishment

"I have told you your friend; christened at some remote period, Hubert

For further particulars, apply to the Earl of Rochester, whose page I

ae!" she repeated, in the same quick, excited

way, that surprised and rather lowered her in that good youth's opinion,

for giving way to any feelings so plebeian "It is--it must be the

same!"

"I have no doubt of it," said Hubert "The same what?"

"Did you not come from France--from Dijon, recently?" went on Leoline,

rather inappositely, as it struck her hearer

"Certainly I ca known to you

there?"

"How strange! Hoonderful!" said Leoline, with a paling cheek and

quickened breathing "How s turn out I Thank