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Contempt?—Good heaven!" she began, with an emotion that almost instantly subsided, and she added, "Yet of what consequence to you ought to be my sensations, my opinions?" They can avail you nothing! Let me go,—and let me conjure you to be gone!"
"You are then decided against me?" cried he, in a voice scarcely articulate.
"I am," she answered, without looking at him, but calmly.
He bowed, with an air that relinquished all further attempt to detain her; but which shewed him too much wounded to speak.
Carefully still avoiding his eyes, she was moving off; but, when she touched the lock of the door, he exclaimed, "Will you not, at least, before you go, allow me to address a few words to you as a friend? simply,—undesignedly,—only as a friend?"
"Ah! Mr. Harleigh!" cried Ellis, irresistibly softened, "as a friend could I, indeed, have trusted you, I might
