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132 Indeed, I have looked upon the fable of Sisyphus as an allegory, and that his wife was the stone which so perpetually rolled back upon his hands, effectually retarding his weary progress up-hill. Norbourne smiled, and remained silent, for nothing repels confidence so much as raillery: how can you be confiding, when your hearer is only witty? Lord Norbourne, however, continued speaking, and now more seriously. "Situated as you are, my dear Courtenaye, the case is quite different; an heir is indispensable to an illustrious family, and your name entails upon you the necessity of a worthy alliance." "My choice," interrupted Norbourne, "would do credit to any house." "It is not for me to contradict you," said his uncle, with a politer bow than the occasion seemed to require. "I am so glad of your approbation," exclaimed Courtenaye. "You need never have doubted it," was the courteous reply; "Constance"