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"Pardon me," cried he; "love is a source of loquacity only with yourselves: when it is started bylisteners, I confess; but it is only with one another that you will discuss its merits"

At this time they were interrupted by the approach of Miss Larolles, who, tripping towards Cecilia, exclaio to the auction! Well, you had a prodigious loss, I assure you All the wardrobe was sold, and all Lady Belgrade's trinkets I never saw such a collection of sweet things in my life I was ready to cry that I could not bid for half a hundred of the I would not but have been there for the world Poor Lady Belgrade! you really can't conceive hoas shocked for her All her beautiful things sold for al I assure you, if you had seen how they went, you would have lost all patience It's a thousand pities you were not there"

"On the contrary," said Cecilia, "I think I had a very fortunate escape, for the loss of patience without the acquisition of the trinkets, would have been rather "

"Yes," said Mr Gosport; "but when you have lived soer in this coe of patience for st its inhabitants"

"Pray, have you been here long?" cried Miss Larolles, "for I have been to twenty places, wondering I did not meet with you before But whereabouts is Mrs Mears? O, I see her now; I' her; I could know her by that old red gown half ain your life? And it's never off her back I believe she sleeps in it I a else all winter It quite tires one's eye She's adresser But do you know I have ? I declare it has made me quite sick I was never in such a passion inlike it"

"Like what?" cried Cecilia, laughing; "your passion, or your provocation?"

"Why, I'll tell you what it was, and then you shall judge if it was not quite past endurance You must know I commissioned a particular friend ofwhen she went to Paris; well, she sent it o by Mr Meadows, and it's the sweetest thing you ever saw in your life; but I would not make it up, because there was not a creature in town, so I thought to bring it out quite new in about a week's ti does till after Christht at Lady Jane Dranet's, who should I meet but Miss Moffat! She had been in town soed I could never find her at hohted to see her, for you ious favourite with reat hurry to shake hands, and what do you think was the first thing that struckas own, and half dirty! Can you conceive anything so distressing? I could have cried with pleasure"