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Rh Oh! how rash, thus to give fate an additional arm against us!"

"How little," exclaimed Francesca, "can I comprehend such a love as Arden's—so cruel, so unrelenting! Methinks the happiness of the beloved one is dearer, a thousand times dearer, than our own. How could he help confirming Lord Avonleigh's wavering faith?—how could he endure to purchase Beatrice's self with Beatrice's sorrow?"

"I know not that," replied Guido; "there is something so bitter in a rival. I could sooner bear my mistress's hate than her indifference."

"What fearful penalty," continued Francesca, "Has his exaggerating spirit exacted!—his love and his remorse are alike terrible."

"What a change will this disclosure make in our plans! Oh! the vain folly of deciding on the morrow! Who," asked Guido, "would have thought of our going to England?—for thither will I accompany you. What a weight from my inmost heart will it take to see you loved and acknowledged in your father's house! Let what will happen there, I care not."

"My beloved Guido, unless it be for you also, there is no home for me. What new tie of duty or affection can be so near and dear as that which