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as well as moral of this, that I had been mistaken in her character; but upon turning her face towards me, the spirit which had animated the reply was fled the muscles relaxed, and I beheld the same unprotected look of distress which first won me to her interest melancholy! to see such sprightliness the prey of forrow. -- I pitied her from my foul; and though it inay seem ridiculous enough to a torpid heart, I could have taken her into my arms, and cherished her, though it was in the open street without blushing.

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The pulsations of the arteries along my fingers preffing across hers, told her what was pailing within me: she looked down filence of fome moments followed.

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I fear, in this interval, I must have made fome flight efforts towards a closer compression of her hand, from a subtle sensation I felt in she palm of my own -- not as if she was going to withdraw hers but, as if she thought about it and I had infallibly loft it a second time, had not instinct more then reason directed me to the last resource in these dangers -- to hold it loosely, and in a manner as if I was

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every moment going to release it, of myself; fo she let it continue, till Monfieur Deffein returned with the key; and in the mean time I set myfelf to confider how I should undo the ill impreffions which the poor monk's itory, in cafe he had told it her, must have planted in her breast against me.

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THE SNUFF-BOX

CALAIS.

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The good old monk was within fix paces of us, as the idea of him cross'd my mind; and was advancing towards us a little out of the line, as if uncertain whether he should break in upon us or no. - He stopp'd, however, as foon as he came up to us, with a world of frankness; and having a horn fnuffbox in his hand, he prefented it open to me -You shall tafte mine - faid I, pulling out my box (which was a finall tortoise one) and putting it into his hand -- Tis most excellent, faid the monk; Then do me the favour, I replied, to accept of the box and all, and when you take a pinch out of it, fometimes recollect

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it was the peace-offering of a man who once used you unkindly, but not from his heart.

The poor monk blush'd as red as scarlet. Mon Dieu! faid he, preffing his hands together you never used me unkindly. -- I should think, faid the lady, he is not likely. blush'd in my turn; but from what movements, I leave to the few who feel to analyse

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cuse me, Madame, replied I- I treated him
most unkindly; and from no provocations
'Tis impoffible, said the lady.

My God! cried the monk, with a warmth of affeveration which seemed not to belong to him the fault was in me, and in the indiscretion of my zeal

The lady opposed it, and I joined with her in maintaining it was impossible, that a spirit so regulated as his, could give offence to any.

I knew not that contention could be rendered so sweet and pleasurable a thing to the nerves as I then felt it. We remained filent, without any sensation of that foolish pain which takes place, when in such a circle you look for ten minutes in one another's faces without saying a word. Whilst this lasted, the monk rubb'd his horn box upon the fleeve of his tunick; and

1 as foon as it had acquired a little air of brightness by the friction - he made a low bow, and said, 'twas too late to say whether it was the weakness or goodness of our teinpers which had involved us in this conteft but be it as

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he begg'd we might exchange bo

xes In faying this, he presentend his to me with one hand, as he took mine from me in. with a stream

the other; and having kiss'd it

of good nature in his eyes he put it into his bofom and took his leave.

I guard this box, as I would the instrumental parts of my religion, to help my mind on to something better: in truth, I seldom go abroad without it; and oft and many a tine have I called up by it the courteous spirit of its owner to regulate my own, in the justlings of the world; they had found full employment for his, as I learnt from his story, till about the forty-fifth year of his age, when upon some military services ill requited, and meeting at the same time with a disappointment in the tendereft of paffions, he abandon'd the sword and the sex together, and took fanctuary, not fo much in his convent as in himself.

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I feel a damp upon my spirits, as I am going to add, that in my last return through Calais, upon inquiring after Father Lorenzo, I heard he had been dead near three months, and was buried, not in his convent, but, according to his defire, in a little cimetiery belonging to it, about two leagues off; I had a strong defire to see where they had laid him - when, upon pulling out his little horn box, as I fat by his grave, and plucking up a nettle or two at the head of it, which had no business to grow there, they all struck together so forcibly upon my affections, that I burst into a flood of tears - but I am as weak as a woman; and I beg the world not to smile, but pity me.

THE REMISE DOOR.

CALAIS.

I had never quitted the lady's hand all this time: and had held it so long, that it would have been indecent to have let it go, without first preffing it to my lips: the blood and spirits, which had suffer'd a revulsion from her, Grouded back to her, as I did it.

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