Sandra Belloni -- Volume 6

it is your wish to

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at you are doing in exp

an uplifted head:-a culprit affir

t, as you have done before with me, and profited, I t

ore," brea

have no part of the meaning, even if you restrain your tongue. To him it will imply that his power over you i

I know," said Emilia,

would not spare you. To gratify I know not what wildness in his nature, he did

t. I told him he wou

y, you call lo

but it was checked. The novelty of the idea o

you here," res

come!" cr

ed to it? In any ease, try to look into your own breast. You were not born to live unworthily. You can be, or will be, if you follow your better star, self-denying and noble. Do you not love your country? Judge of th

not know what I am till he sees me. And I know that I have done things that he cannot forgive. You have forgiven it, and Merthyr, because he is my friend; but I am sure Wilfrid

peech, backed by a little dying dimple, which seemed

ly, and then Emilia looked in her face

ness-but if you tell it to him, it is a wilful and unnecessary self-abasement. If he is to be your husband, unburden your heart at once. Otherwise, why? why? You are but working up a scene, provoking needless excesses: you a

by our unrolling out of our ideas, we

altered, and blushed. "I must be loved!" she

at love is, you would see it is the same. You wish him to see and know you: you wish to be sure that he loves nothing but exactly you; it must be yourself. You are jealous of his l

med her, when she could utt

id, "You speak like one who has undergone them. But now at least you have thrown off the mask. You love him

ld say to him, 'Look on me, for I nee

the clear path of speech becoming con

! my beloved! my darling in Italy, where will we go! I envy no woman but you who have se

na. "The Austrian shot, I think, will be fired by one w

tell you so at first? But I never know what I say or do when I am with you, and

the faces of the two had been displayed at that m

out the question slowly, and gave herse

have a power over him. You wish to exercise it. Never mind wherefore. If you do-if you try, and succeed-if, by the aid of this l

caught up her voice ha

. I mean

wer over him, you betray that he has power over you. And it is to no object. His family, his posit

er!" Emilia's

ought, "Have I come up

e, Emilia was dete

f she suffers, and goes all dark as I did, she will show a better face. Let her keep my lover. He is not mine, but he was; and she took him from me. That woman cannot feed on him as I did. I know she has no hunger for lov

erely upon Wilfrid's manifest faults; and, in fine, she spoke a great deal of the common sense that the situation demanded. Nevertheless, Emilia held to her scheme. But, in the meantime, Georgiana had seen more clearly into the girl's heart; and she had been won, also, by a natural gracefulness that she now perceived in her, and which led her to think,

isten to me: promise me n

love me as much?"

ary. It is my love f

. There is a heart, you simple girl! He loves you, and has never shown any of the pain your conduct has given him. When I say he loves you, I tell you his one weakness-the only one I have discovered. And judge whether, he has shown want of self-control while you were dying for another. Did he attempt to thwart you? No; to strengthen you; and never once to turn your att

t interruption; but gradually awak

e?" sh

for

t of love as

me sort; but the lo

hed heap? And he knows everything! a

able test-?" Geo

at a little creature I seem. I cannot understand it. I lose a brother. And he was such a certainty to me. What did he love-what did he love, that night he found me on th

h. A sort of 'Eastern handmaid' prostration, with joined hands, and, above all things, a closed mouth, the lady desired. She half regretted the revelation she had made

d then turned to Georgiana, showing happy features; "Yes: I shall

your de

es

at I have

es! Write t

e me simply that what I have told you of my brother, you will consider your

t with the thought; "To him

write this letter

lia put on her sweetes

fools in this matter," Georgiana'

sensitive and reflective; "my Georgey! let me be alone this evening in my bedroom. The little Madre comes, and-a

top her tongue: "Not

said Emilia; and Georgiana

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