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After travelling a few miles, he fell asleep; and Ee, on leaving La Vallee,

had now the leisure for looking into the the day before, and hoped for the pleasure

of re-tracing a page, over which the eyes of a beloved friend had

lately passed, of dwelling on the passages, which he had ade of his ownhimself to her presence

On searching for the book, she could find

it no where, but in its stead perceived a volued to Valancourt, whose name ritten in it, and froes to her, with all the pathetic

expression, that characterized the feelings of the author She hesitated

in believing, ould have been sufficiently apparent to almost any

other person, that he had purposely left this book, instead of the

one she had lost, and that love had pro

opened it with impatient pleasure, and observed the lines of his pencil

drawn along the various passages he had read aloud, and under others

more descriptive of delicate tenderness than he had dared to trust

his voice with, the conviction cath, to herbeloved; then, a recollection

of all the variations of tone and countenance, hich he had recited

these sonnets, and of the soul, which spoke in their expression, pressed

to her memory, and she wept over the nan soon after sunset, where St Aubert found,