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where we may converse But you tremble--you are ill! Let me lead you to

a seat'

He observed the open door of an apartment, and hastily took her hand

to lead her thither; but she atteuid smile, 'I am better already; if you wish to see -parlour' 'I must speak with YOU, my Emily,' replied

Valancourt, 'Good God! is it already con me?' But this is an improper place--I am overheard

Let me entreat your attention, if only for a few minutes'--'When you

have seen h when I came

hither,' exclaimed Valancourt, 'do not increase my misery by this

coldness--this cruel refusal'

The despondency, hich he spoke this, affected her al to hear him, till he had conversed with

Madame Montoni 'Where is her husband, where, then, is Montoni?' said

Valancourt, in an altered tone: 'it is he, to whom I must speak'

Enation, that flashed

in his eyes, trely assured him, that Montoni was not at home,

and entreated he would endeavour to moderate his resentment At the

tremulous accents of her voice, his eyes softened instantly from

wildness into tenderness 'You are ill, Eive me, that I dared to doubt your affection'