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"Surely, then," said Cecilia, "in a short ti its cure"

"No; for the trick grows into habit, and habit is a second nature A secret idea of fame makes his forbearance of happiness supportable to hi hihest pinnacle of fashionable refinement which is built upon apathy and scorn, and fro himself superior to all possibility of enjoy neither beauty, virtue, wealth, nor power of importance sufficient to kindle the smallest emotion!"

"O that they could all round listen to you!" cried Cecilia; "they would soon, I think, sicken of their folly, if they heard it thus admirably exposed"

"No; they would but triumph that it had obtained theentle to you this half hour?"

"Where?" cried Cecilia, and, looking round, perceived Mr Morrice; who, upon her returning his salutation, instantly approached her, though he had never ventured to shew himself at Mr Harrel's, since his unfortunate accident on the evening of theaside the easy familiarity at which he had latterly arrived, he enquired after her health with theprofoundly, washie to return and address her, and found her, to his infinite delight, as obliging and civil as ever

The Concert was now over; the ladies arose, and the gentleain shrinking; but Mr Harrel, i hands with hi froreat surprise, that no one had thought more of the mischief but himself who had committed it, joyously discarded his tihtly as before histo the tea-roo up to exa Delvile, and alht his eye

Scarcely now did a ly reviving in her mind the painful contrariety of opinion hich she had lately thought of him, the sentiments so much in his favour which but a few days before she had encouraged, and which it was only thatshe had endeavoured to crush, made her meet him with a kind of melancholy that almost induced her to lament he was amiable, and repine that she knew none like him