THE NEWSPAPER.
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which I pretend not to judge. I have suffered for it as I will never suffer again. My name is my own secret: I have no other, and that is one not worth knowing. You see what I am, and all I am. I live according to the condition of my present fortune, and here, so living, I have found tranquillity.
MR. CHAINMAIL.
Yet, I entreat you, tell me your name.
MISS SUSANNAH.
Why, sir?
MR. CHAINMAIL.
Why, but to throw my hand, my heart, my fortune, at your feet, if—
MISS SUSANNAH.
If my name be worthy of them.
MR. CHAINMAIL.
Nay, nay, not so; if your hand and heart are free.
