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"O worse and worse!--no, nothing is so disgusting to me All ive Concerts at all; one is sick to death of ives no pleasure, at least it takes none away; for, far fro any impedi the performance than between the acts And what is there better you could substitute in its place?"

Cecilia, receiving no answer to this question, again looked round to see if she had been heard; when she observed her new acquaintance, with a very thoughtful air, had turned from her to fix his eyes upon the statue of Britannia

Very soon after, he hastily arose, and seeet that he had spoke to her, very abruptly walked away

Mr Gosport, as advancing to Cecilia, and had watched part of this scene, stopt hi, and said "Why Meadows, how's this? are you caught at last?"

"O worn to death! worn to a thread!" cried he, stretching hi lady to entertain her! O such heavy work! I would not go through it again for millions!

"What, have you talked yourself out of breath?"

"No; but the effort! the effort!--O, it has unhingedlady!--one had better be a galley- slave at once!"

"Well but, did she not pay your toils? She is surely a sweet creature"

"Nothing can pay one for such insufferable exertion! though she's well enough, too--better than the co her out"

"I thought that was to your taste You commonly hate much volubility How have I heard you bemoan yourself when attacked by Miss Larolles!"

"Larolles? O distraction! She talksbut extreirls are too forward, this lady is too reserved--always so ever perfect!"

"Nay, nay," cried Mr Gosport, "you do not know her; she is perfect enough in all conscience"

"Better not know her, then," answered he, again yawning, "for she cannot be pleasing Nothing perfect is natural;--I hate every thing out of nature"

He then strolled on, and Mr Gosport approached Cecilia

"I have been wishing," cried he, "to address you this half hour, but as you were engaged with Mr Meadows, I did not dare advance"

"O, I see your ht to the value of your co me fully sensible where the balance would preponderate"