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Rh them the most heartfelt pleasure; then he would suddenly repulse them with an expression of absolute horror, and remain for hours together lost in gloomy reverie. At one time he would gaze upon her face with a look of such deep yet sorrowful tenderness; while at another, he would start and turn away, as if he could not bear to meet her eyes.

"Do you know," said she to Guido one morning, when, after asking her to sing, the Englishman had left the room in the very middle of her song, "that I have taken a fancy into my head, which quite accounts for Mr. Arden's singularities: it is, that I am like some one whom he loved and lost in early youth; and though the loss is dreadful, the love is yet pleasant to remember."

"I can imagine," replied her brother, "such a state of mind, acted upon by such a resemblance; but, ah! the pain must be greater than the pleasure. Our youth recalled, when we are no longer young—our hopes brought back again, but side by side with the knowledge that they were unfulfilled—our dreams, but attended by no accomplishment—feelings, the ghosts of themselves—and love risen, as it were, from the tomb, to meet us with a bitter and subtle mockery."

"You take too dark a view," answered