Memoirs of Emma Courtney

eding his journey, accidentally found me alone.-We entered into conversation on various subjects: twilight stole upon us unperceived.

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ning from me with emotio

en proposed, enquiry-'Had he, or had h

cannot tell you; if I could, do you think I would have been silent so long?'-as once, before,

ertainly, he would.' The next morning, having some little commissions to e

your's; and, yet, what other have I so attentively studied? This is a problem I know not how to solve. One conclusion will force itself upon me-if a mistaken one, whom have

aring, through my maternal friend, Mrs Harley, of the welfare of this object of our too tender cares, my solicitude subsided into de

town. I had undertaken a little business, to serve him, during his absence-I transmitted

ving been too much exercised, has become nearly morbid, and has almost unfitted me for an inhabitant of this world. I am willing to believe, that your conduct towards me has originated in good motives, nevertheless, you have made some sad mistakes-you have deeply, though

domestic comforts. I earnestly sought to inspire you with tenderness, from the conviction, that I could contribute to your happiness, and to the worth of your character. And if, from innumerable associations, I at length loved your person, it was the magnanimity of your conduct, it was your virtues, that first excited my admiration and esteem. But you have rejected an attachment originating in the highest, the pur

I, also, have made many mistakes-have been guilty of many extravagances. Yet, distrust the morality, that sternly commands you to pierce the bosom that most reveres

poke affectionately of his mother, and of the tender interest she had expressed for my welfare. He enquired after my pursuits and acquirements during his absence, c

m you, before I left London, you hinted some suspicions-

nged colour, and had no p