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pulsive, irresistible surprise and joy, she cried, "Is it you? —Mr. Harleigh! you!"
Surprise now was no longer her own, and her joy was participated in yet more strongly. Harleigh, who though he had forced his way, was embarrassed and confused, expecting displeasure, and prepared for reproach; who had seen with horrour the dismay of her countenance; and attributed to the effect of his compulsatory entrance the terrified state in which he found her; Harleigh, at sight of this rapid transition from agony to delight; at the flattering ejaculation of "Is it you?" and the sound of his own name, pronounced with an expression of even exquisite satisfaction; —Harleigh in a sudden trance of irrepressible rapture, made a nearly forcible effort to seize her hand, exclaiming, "Can you receive me, then, thus sweetly? Can you forgive an intrusion that—" when Ellis recovering her self-command, drew back, and solemnly said, "Mr.
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