Agnes, or, Beauty and Pleasure — page 169: what you’re looking at

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~~... AGNES ; OR, BEAUTY AND PLEASURE. 161 a ee. eee morning hour; and on account of the oppressive heat, he too was lightly clad. He knew aot he should meet Emily Pinnock there: he was igno- rant indeed that she had quitted the house. He could not keep the couch on which he had lain tossing feverishly under the influence of his pain- ful thoughts ; and he had therefore roamed forth in one of those moods in which a man’s afflicted mind fancies that there may be a more congenial solitude amongst trees and shrubs in the open air than within the four walls of his own chamber. Emily Pinnock, on catching a glimpse of the advancing form of Gustavus, hastily drew forth her limbs from the water, and sprang up to her feet. She likewise snatched up her basket: but she forgot her hose and her slippers—she recol- lected not that her feet were naked—she was full of confusion and agitation. “Good morning, Emily,” said the young man, No. 21,—AGNEs, I} / 7 Ss A= 7 YL Vo whose air was preoccupied and whose looks were careworn. ‘“ You are out betimes?” “And you too, Gustavus,’ she replied, in a voice of the most plaintive mournfulness. “Ob, it is different with me!” he ejaculated “Tcannot rest! Sleep does not visit my eyes— I toss about upon a feverish couch—and it 1s 9 relief when the earliest hour comes at which I can leave it.” “ Yes—you are indeed altered, my dear Gus- tavus,” said Emily, fixing her large dark eyes with indescribable tenderness upon him—a tenderness in which there was also a certain blending of compassion. ‘So altered indeed are you,” she added, in a lower cadence of her sweet liquid voice, “that I almost fear you have ceased to love me !” “* How often have vou told me this within the last two or three days?” ejaculated young Bar. —_—_ oS OC + - : CoOMmiclooolkks a) Onn