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 always be guided by reason, though they deny her understanding!—Frankness, the noblest of our qualities, is her disgrace;—sympathy, the most exquisite of our feelings, is her bane!—"

She stopt here, conscious, colouring, indignant, and dropt the subject, to say, "Tell me, I again demand, what is it you mean to do? Return to your concert-singing and harping?"

"Ah, Madam," cried Juliet, reproachfully, "can you believe me not yet satisfied with attempting any sort of public exhibition?

"Nay, nay," cried Elinor, resuming her careless gaiety, "what passed that evening will only have served to render you more popular. You may make your own terms, now, with the managers, for the subscription will fill, merely to get a stare at you. If I were poor myself, I would engage to acquire a large fortune, in less than a week, by advertising, at two-pence a head, a sight of the lady that stabbed herself."