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Where'er I roam, whatever realms I see,

My heart untravell'd still shall turn to thee

GOLDSMITH

The carriages were at the gates at an early hour; the bustle of the

doalleries, awakened E the night, presented

her with terrific i her

affection and her future life She now endeavoured to chase away the

iinary evils she

awoke to the consciousness of real ones Recollecting that she had

parted with Valancourt, perhaps for ever, her heart sickened as memory

revived

But she tried to diss that crowded on

her mind, and to restrain the sorrohich she could not subdue;

efforts which diffused over the settled melancholy of her countenance

an expression of tenation, as a thin veil, thrown over

the features of beauty, renders the by a partial

conceal in this countenance

except its usual paleness, which attracted her censure She told her