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 Harleigh was instantly at her feet; grieved at her distress, yet charmed with a thousand nameless, but potent sensations, that whispered to every pulse of his frame, that a sensibility so powerful could spring only from too sudden a concussion of pleasure with surprise.

He had hardly time to breathe forth a protestation, when the sight of his posture brought back the blood to her cheeks, and force to her limbs; hastily rising, and, with looks of blushing confusion, yet with a sigh that spoke internal anguish, "I cannot attempt," she cried, "Mr. Harleigh, &mdash; I could not, indeed, attempt &mdash; to express my sense of your generous good opinion! &mdash; yet &mdash; if you would not destine me to till eternal misery, you must fly me &mdash; till you can forget this scene &mdash; as you would me to fly perdition!"

She rose to be gone but Harleigh stopt her, crying, in a tone of amazement, "Is it possible, &mdash; can it be possible, that with intellects such as