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 "Eternal God!" It is impossible to say more to the praise of a beautiful object than these two words, the astonishment and the features of my friend expressed; and yet it was by far too little. My heart was thrilled with unutterable sensations, and an unknown something pervaded my whole frame.

I could not conceal the state of my heart, which expressed itself legibly on my countenance. The Count observed me awhile seized with speechless astonishment, and at last broke out in the words, "Poor G******!" He perceived the growing passion; and knowing that my temper was too irritable than that I ever could be fortunate in love, wished to be able to destroy my passion in the bud. "But how shall I accomplish this?" he said to himself. "It is impossible her soul should entirely answer her external appearance. There is no possibility to prevent my poor friend from getting acquainted with her; I will, therefore, assist