Alfred de Rosann — page 72: what you’re looking at

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ALFRED DE ROSANN. 63 procured me this unexpected pleasure?’”’ she added playfully, and blushing, slightly, fearful of appearing imprudently familiar. ‘To announce my speedy departure,’ answered Alfred. “ Your departure!’’ cried Selina, her countenance losing its vermilion tinge, and becoming deadly pale. ~ “Good God! you are ill—you are unwell, Miss Robson!”’ exclaimed De Rosann, noticing the death- like palor that overspread her features, and running forward to lead her to a chair. | “ Thank you—it is nothing—a sudden pain— it is past,’’ said the poor girl, casting down her eyes to conceal a confusion that was too evident, while her cheek and neck were once more suffused with a deep crimson dye. A pause of some minutes ensued—De Rosann felt uneasy; he knew not wherefore—and Selina could not suppress a sigh. ‘* You were practising when [ intruded upon your privacy, Miss Robson,’”’ said De hosann, at length breaking a silence which was equally disagreeable to himself and his companion. ‘ Pray resume your music—and perhaps I might venture to solicit you to add the melody of a sweet voice to the harmony of your instrument.”’ ‘‘Fixcuse me this morning, M. De Rosann; I am not very well—a sick headache—an oppression of the spirits I cannot account for—have robbed me of all inclination to continue my amusement—’’ ‘Even to oblige me,’’ added Alfred in a tone of respectful familiarity which he had adopted since the evening of La Motte’s exposure; for although that evening was the first he had ever passed in the society of Miss Selina Robson, the footing on which he stood with the parents entitled him to be con- sidered in the light of something more than a common acquaintance. “Nay——if you particularly desire me to return to my harp,’? began Selina, a partial confusion again appearing in her manner. | Gomichbook (C@)