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 What! till a but, Madam?

Celia, don't ditract me; he expects to peak to me this night in the garden; I have promied to meet him there.

Don't meet him, Madam; he will be piqued at it, and you will ee him no more: it is the only method readily to cure your wound.

You are right; now I know who he is, I ought to avoid him. I am enible a econd interview would wound my honour, and deprive me of what little tranquility I have till left; you hall go and enquire for him to-morrow; you hall tell him from me—Ah! Heavens! you hall tell him, that the blood from whence he is prung, places between us an unurmountable barrier, and, that I beg of him, never to come near our houe again.

Very well! I will obey you. To peak freely, I was very uneay to ee that you took o much pleaure in talking with him during the ball.

Why did you not tell me then, that he was the on of a Montague?

His valet placed himelf cloe to me, and I too had an inclination to hear him.