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 playing with his purse, and jerking and catching it from hand to hand.

"Here, my dear," he cried, "look at this, and take what you will from it."

She coldly thanked him, and, saying that the young ladies had amply supplied her, would have moved on: but he prevented her, repeating his offer, and adding, while with uncontrolled freedom he stared at her, "How the deuce, with such a pretty face as that, could you ever think of making yourself look such a fright?"

She told him that she was in haste.

"But what was the whim of it?"

She desired him to make way, every moment of day-light being precious to her.

"Hang day-light!" cried he, "I never liked it; and if you will but wait a few minutes—"

Selina, here, running to call him to breakfast, he finished in a whisper, "I'll convey you in my own chaise wherever you like to go;" and then, forced to