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HIS certainly, fair lady! faid I, raifing her hand up a little lightly as I began, muft be one of Fortune's whimfical doings; to take two utter ftrangers by their hands-of different fexes, and perhaps from different corners of the globe, and in one moment place them together in fuch a cordial fituation as Friendship herself could scarce have atchieved for them, had fhe projected it for a month


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-And your reflection upon it, fhews how much, Monfieur, fhe has embarraffed you by the adventure

When the fituation is what we would wish, nothing is fo ill-timed as to hint at the circumftances which make it fo: you thank Fortune, continued fhe-you had reason-the heart knew it, and was fatisfied; and who but an English philofopher would have fent notice of it to the brain to reverse the judgment?

In faying this the difengaged her hand with a look which I thought a fufficient commentary upon the


It is a miferable picture which I am going to give of the weakness of my heart, by owning that it fuffered a pain, which worthier occafions could not have inflicted-I was mortified with the lofs of her hand, and the manner in which I had loft it carried neither oil nor wine to the wound: I never felt the pain of a fheepish inferiority fo miferable in my life.

The triumphs of a true feminine heart are short upon these difcomfitures. In a very few feconds fhe laid her hand upon the cuff of my egat, in order to finish her reply; fo fome way or other, God knows how, I regained my fituation.


-She had nothing to add.

I forthwith began to model a different converfation for the lady, thinking from the fpirit as well as moral of this, that I had been miftaken in her character; but upon turning her face towards me, the fpirit which had animated the reply was fled the mufcles relaxed, and I beheld the fame unprotected look of diftrefs which firft won me to her interest-melancholy to fee fuch fprightlinefs the prey of forrow-I pitied her from my foul; and though it may feem ridiculous enough to a torpid heart I could have taken her into my arms, and cherished her, though

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though it was in the open freet, without blushing.

The pulfations of the arteries along my fingers preffing acrofs her, told her what was paffing within me: she looked down-a filence of fome moments followed.

I fear, in this interval, I muft have made fome flight efforts towards a clofer comprehenfion of her hand, from a fubtle fenfation I felt in the palm of my own-not as if fhe was going to withdraw her'sbut as if the thought about itand I had infallibly loft it a fecond time, had not inftinct more than reafon directed me to the last resource

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