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said I, pulling out my box (which was a small tortoise one), and putting it into his hand.-'Tis most excellent, said 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, sometimes recollect it was the peace-offering of a man who once used you unkindly, but not from his heart.

The poor monk blushed as red as scarlet. Mon Dieu! said he, pressing his hands together, you never used me unkindly.—I should think, said the lady, he is not likely.—I blushed in my turn; but from what movements, I leave to the few who feel, to analyse.— Excuse me, madam, replied I,—I treated him most unkindly; and from no provocations. 'Tis impossible, said the lady.—My God! cried the monk, with a warmth of asseveration 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 silent, 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 rubbed his horn box upon the sleeve of his tunic; and as soon 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 tempers which had involved us in this contest ;—

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