ROMANCE AND REALITY.
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ever looking to the past. She thought how wrong it was to lead on a young man—how shameful to trifle with the feelings of another—and how despicable was the character of a coquette. She remembered something very like an appointment—no, that was too harsh a term—she had unguardedly mentioned the probability of their taking a lounge in Kensington Gardens. Thither she determined not to go, and resolved in her own mind to avoid future quadrilles, &c. She went to sleep, lulled by that best of mental opiates—a good resolution.
