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Another day passed away On Thursday, without inquiry, she learnt htsman He and Graye had become very friendly, and he had been tempted to show her brother a copy of some poems of his--some serious and sad--soazine from time to tian to read therove's no fool,' said Owen sententiously

'No fool!--I should think he isn't, indeed,' said Cytherea, looking up from the paper in quite an exciteic are you chopping, Cytherea? Well, I don't mean on account of the verses, because I haven't read the about falling in love' 'Which you will tell me?' 'He says that your true lover breathlessly finds hiht so in the dark He doesn't knohether it is a bat or a bird, and takes it to the light when he is cool to learn what it is He looks to see if she is the right age, but right age or wrong age, he must consider her a prize Soht kind of prize for hi kind--he has called her his, and must abide by it After a time he asks himself, "Has she the temper, hair, and eyes I meant to have, and was fir, and then comes the tussle--' 'Do they marry and live happily?' 'Who? O, the supposed pair I think he said--well, I really forget what he said' 'That _is_ stupid of you!' said the young lady with dismay

'Yes' 'But he's a satirist--I don't think I care about hi He is not He is, as I believe, an impulsive felloho has been made to pay the penalty of his rashness in soue of Thursday, but Cytherea read the verses again in private On Friday her brother re to leave Mr Gradfield's in a fortnight to push his fortunes in London

An indescribable feeling of sadness shot through Cytherea's heart

Why should she be sad at such an announce a h to rebound after hard blows from deep and real troubles as if she had scarcely known theh she could not answer this question, she knew one thing, she was saddened by Owen's news