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30 then none but a lover might have hoped. I knew the pride of the English—how little my noble name or my fervent passion would avail with the haughty islanders, your friends. Love made me desperate. I assembled my vassals; and now sue at your feet for pardon." Emily was speechless with dismay, when her romantic lover turned to Lady Mandeville. "May I implore your intercession? Tell her that all she waves of entreaty now, shall be repaid in adoration after our marriage." "Surely," said Lady Mandeville, retaining her self-possession, though with difficulty, "If you have been in England, you must know that Miss Arundel, as a minor, is dependent on the will of her guardian." "Ah, his pleasure will follow hers. I have planned every thing. To-morrow morning my confessor will be here; he will unite us: and when her guardian, Lord Mandeville, returns, I shall implore your mediation. A few days will arrange all our affairs." "I would rather die!" exclaimed Emily, roused into momentary energy. "Ah, you young ladies do not always die when you talk about it. To-morrow will see you Countess di Frianchettini."