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He coloured, and looked embarrassed, yet evidently with feelings of pleasure.
A radiant smile now illumined the face of Juliet, "Ah! my lord," she cried, "if I might utter a conjecture,—I had almost said a wish—."
"Why not? cried he, laughing."
"Your lordship permits me?—Well, then, let me name—Lady Barbara Frankland?—"
"Is it possible?" cried he, while the blood mantled in his cheeks, and pleasure sparkled in his eyes; "what can have led you to such a thought? How can you possibly have suspected . . . She is still so nearly a child. . . ."
"It is true, my lord, but, also, how amiable a child! how richly endowed with similar qualities to those which, at this instant, engage my gratitude!—"
He bowed, with smiling delight. "I will not deny," he cried, "that you have penetrated into my secret; though as yet, in fact, it is hardly even a secret; for we have not,—hitherto,—you will
