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* narration. Happy Matilda, she cried, how diftinguished was thy destiny ! were it but for a year, were it but for a day, for that day thou didft yet enjoy the confummation of all thy wishes, a lot rarely allowed to any daughter of Adam! I was not then born to envy her state. Sweet girl! The deserved you; The was after my own heart; the excess of her passion for you made her truly worthy of you. But A 2

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