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Ais - - PNGBANAS PRs. anything at all scsipus in the matipc, pad if I thought there mas, I wend for- swear matrimony, and live ia single blegnedpegs aj] my days; Naw, Wy dear 60%, do nat leak so solemp, I pray; I have ap daubt that you thiak me 4@ very wicked, provoking, Jittle gisks but you migtake mn, [ assnye you,. Lam pot gojng to be jealausanf yu, neither am I geiag ta upbraid yeu fog thet which | am liable to he, guilty af myselfy for love, I take it, js a very natural thing, and has heen estehlished eye singe the world began; ang it is one which I hope will be as long es creation lasts, for what poar martale shavld we he withoutit; butnew, my deep girl, oJi that [ wish yay te dp, is to confide in me, and yey will find me, J will answer for it, @ nincere friead, and a geod adviser in apije of my many frivolities.” Angelina turned away ber hasd and sighed, “My dear cousin,” resumed Lagra, ‘f can yay now laak ye teriontly ip the face, and deny that you love this Hugh Cliderd 2” . Our heraing again sighed, hut returned ne apgwar. .- - ‘fAh! I apg bow it is,” qjaculated Lause, tabing ber cousin's hand, and lookjng fangerly in ber faces “I have guessed right, your heest ackasowr Jedges Hugh Clifford for its lord, and yet yeu weuld fain persuade yourself te the contrary. May, it is yseless to deny it; rather tell me the truths and relate to me ail the interviews you heave bad with him; all the sweet things he has uttered tg you, and the affectionate responecs you have mada ; let me knew all ==” ‘* Tanra, dags Laura, foy Heaven's sake,’’--laterrupted our beroipe, ‘ in- deed you are wrong; never have we had any secret interviews with him; never haye J uttered q word that conld give encouragement to bis views, Ofer" . “Qh, then yon will acknowledge that dc kas confessed?” eagerly added Laura, smiling archly, “and yet your heart could he gn abdurate as te peaiat him ‘er But I cangat believa it was sa; besides, ia there not proof aefficient that you did pot discourage his yous, or why..accepy of him. the mininnune which you now wear ?”” Angelina felt more confused than before ; abe. bad ne altervative hut. to relate the whole truth, ag Lance would atill slain the wrong impression her. mind bad reccived, and che wight thea, very justly, vet only aceuen’ bes of impeydeace, but bypacrigy; abe therefern requested her cousin's: patient attention for 2 few moments, apd then, ip ay fow wards sa pegeible, related the manner in yhich the miniature had fallow inte bar pomeamios, aud the circumatencen that hed preyenied her baying ap eppertunity of oatpreivg it. Faure listened to her with much spparent interest, apd whan she bad consladed, qarped ta her and said ye “But after gill, Angelina, tell me, agd that ean ; dees nak yous hone fee a i. sensation tg that i4 sever did before, since you aud Clifond ve met 2°’ oe. would he ingratityge in me not te. estpemn the presenver of = life, Fgura,” sugyarad quy heroine, «Tlie got that cold ‘ward esteem, gomaln,” retnaned Lawn, “ and: indeed: your tone, yaw lpoks, your emation canzinges me teak gomr heart dictates. the word love in its plage! Come, cage, eaudlee ig i ao, I nee. A oven shor ia ap. ond af the maticz,”? Angelina lonked in ber comain's facas a ear tteaalled im bea ye abe. gt: % comicoookKks (CO)