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—my fears and my feelings must yield to such a tide!"
Again, painfully, she paused; and then, sighing bitterly, added, "Tell Miss Arbe, Sir,—acquaint Lady Kendover,—let Lady Aurora be informed,—that I submit to their opinions, and accept, upon their own terms, their benevolent assistance."
He held out his hand to her, now, with exulting approbation; but she seemed overwhelmed with grief, apprehension, and regret.
He looked at her with surprise. "Why now, my dear," he said, tenderly, "what's the matter with you? Now that you are going to do all that is right, you must be happy."
"What is right, alas!—for me, at least," she cried, "I know not!—I should not else be thus perplexed.—But I act in the dark!—The measure in which I acquiesce, I may for ever repent,—yet I know not how, else, to extricate myself from difficulties the
