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sense of propriety; since from a friend, in the tender persuasion, that participation of fortune ought to be leagued with participation of sentiment, she would candidly receive whatever would not injure that friend to bestow."
"Divinest of little mortals!" cried Sir Jaspar. "What whimsey is it, what astonishing whimsey of 'the sisters three', that can have nailed to a counter two such delectable beings, to weigh pins and needles, and measure tapes and bobbins? And how,—beautiful witch! with charms, graces, accomplishments, talents such as yours, how is it you submit to such base drudgery in 'durance vile,' without even making a wry face? without a scowl upon your eye-brow, or a grumble from your throat?"
"Can you look, Sir, at her whom you call my partner, and think of me? She has lost her country; she wastes in exile; she sinks in obscurity; she has no communication with her friends; she knows not even whether they yet breathe
