and pardon an involuntary fault. Give me your hand."—"Never," she replied: "all others, upon this new accession of good fortune, shall greet and receive you with delight. The world shall smile upon you, Glenarvon; but I never. I forgave you my own injuries, but not Calantha's and my country's.
"Is it possible, that one so young as you are, and this too but a first fault, is it possible you can be so unrelenting?"—"A first fault, Glenarvon! The lessons you have taught were not in vain: they have been since repeated; but my crimes be on you!"—"Is it not for your sake, miserable outcast, alone, that I asked you to forgive me? What is your forgiveness to me? I am wealthy, and protected: am I not? Tell me, wretched girl, what are you?"—"Solitary, poor, abandoned, degraded," said Miss St. Clare: "why do you ask? you know it."—"And yet when I offer all things
