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him; as he thought one who concealed a guilt in another, took part of the crime to himſelf.—In this dilema he ſhewed the letter to Maria, lamenting the fall of his unhappy friend. Doubly unhappy! as his falſe ſtep now imbittered the ſweats of the happieſt family in the world; for all was peace and confidence! thoſe who poſſeſs no guilt ſuſpect none. Maria enquired the fum deficient, and if there wae any means of replacing it, that Barnwell’s fault might eſcape her father's knowledge. Trueman undertook to ſet the account right, and Maria furniſhed the money. But alas! Barnwell was not to be found, ſo that all their endeavours to ſave him from ruin failed.
Barnwell having now no longer an opportunity to ſupply Millwood with Thoroughgood’s caſh, ſhe reſolving to make him ſtill ſubſervient to her avarice (which was her ruling paſſion) by degrees made him conſent to rob and at length to murder his uncle. Miſerable wretch! the bounds of virtue once overleaped, no guide remains: and one vice crowes on the back of another, till the ruin is complete, and death alone can hide from himſelf the wretch whoſe actions cannot bear his own inſpection.
At the naming of the murder of his uncle he flew into a rage, and called her monſ-
