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its evils, still clings to her; and she as little knows how to get rid of, as how to support it."
"You cannot, Sir, mean to doubt her sincerity?"
"Far from it. Her mind is as noble as her humour and taste are flighty; yet, where she has some great end in view, she studies, in common with all those with whom the love of frame is the ruling passion, Effect, public Effect, rather than what she either thinks to be right, or feels to be desirable."
"Alas, poor Miss Joddrel! You are still, then, Sir, unmoved—" She stopt, and blushed, for the examining eyes of Harleigh said, "Do you wish to see me conquered?"
Pleased that she stopt, enchanted that she blushed, an expression of pleasure illumined his countenance, which instantly drew into that of Ellis a cold severity, that chilled, or rather that punished his rising transport. Ah! thought he, was it then but conscious
