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 in her face, "that you cannot even guess my name?" "Had I ever beheld you before," answered Lady Avondale, "I could not have forgotten it." He bowed with a look of conceit, and Lady Avondale coloured at his comprehending the compliment, she had sufficiently intended to make. Smiling at her confusion, he assured her he had a right to her attention—"Stesso sangue, Stessa sorte"—said he in a low voice.

Calantha could hardly believe it possible:—the words he pronounced were those inscribed on her bracelet. "And are you my cousin?" said she: "is it indeed so? no: I cannot believe it." Buchanan bowed again. "Yes," said he; "and a pretty cousin you have proved yourself to me. I had vowed never to forgive you; but you are much too lovely and too dear for me to wish to keep my oath." A thousand remembrances now crowded on her mind—the days of her infancy—the amusements and occupa