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FALKLAND.

BOOK III.

EXTRACTS FROM THE JOURNAL OF LADY
EMILY MANDEVILLE.

Friday.-JULIA is here, and so kind! She has not mentioned his name, but she sighed so deeply when she saw my pale and sunken countenance, that I threw myself into her arms and cried like a child. We had no need of other explanation: those tears spoke at once my confession and my repentance. No letter from him for several

days! Surely he is not ill! how miserable that

thought makes me !

Saturday.-A note has just been brought me from him. He is come back-here! Good Heavens! how very imprudent! I am so agitated that I can write no more.

Sunday. I have seen him! Let me repeat that sentence-I have seen him. Oh that moment! did it not atone for all that I have suffered? I dare not write every thing he said, but he wished me to fly with him-him-what happiness, yet what guilt, in the very thought! Oh! this foolish heart-would that it might break! I feel too well the sophistry of his arguments, and yet I cannot resist them. He seems to have thrown a spell over me, which precludes even the effort to escape.

Monday. Mr. Mandeville has asked several people in the country to dine here to morrow,

and there is to be a ball in the evening. Falkland is of course invited. We shall meet then, and how? I have been so little accustomed to disguise my feelings that I quite tremble to meet him with so many witnesses around. Mr. Mandeville has been so harsh to me to-day; if Falkland ever looked at me so, or ever said one such word, my heart would indeed break. What is it Alfieri says about the two demons to whom he is for ever a prey? "La mente e il cor in perpetua lite." Alas! at times I start from my reveries with such a keen sense of agony and shame! How, how am I fallen!

Tuesday. He is to come here to-day, and I shall see him!

Wednesday morning.-The night is over, thank Heaven! Falkland came late to dinner: every one else was assembled. How gracefully he entered! how superior he seemed to all the

crowd that stood around him!

as if he were resolved to

which he had disdained before.

He appeared

exert powers

He entered

into the conversation, not only with such brilliancy, but with such a blandness and courtesy of manner! There was no scorn on his lip, no haughtiness on his forehead-nothing which showed him for a moment conscious of his immeasurable superiority over every one present. After dinner, as we retired, I caught his eyes. What volumes they told!—and then I had to listen to his praises, and say nothing. I felt angry even in my pleasure. Who but I had a right to speak of him so well?

The ball came on: I felt languid and dispirited. Falkland did not dance. He sat himself by me-he urged me to O God! O God!

would that I were dead!

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