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 inevitably make him from an agent become a principal?—Will not his heart pay the tribute—"

"Heaven forbid!" interrupting him, cried Juliet.

"Thanks! thanks, again! You do not, then, wish it? You are generous, noble enough not to wish it? And frank, sweet, ingenuous enough to acknowledge that you do not wish it? Ah! tell me but—"

"Mr. Harleigh," again interrupting him, cried Juliet, "I know not what you are saying!—I fear I have been misunderstood.—You must let me be gone!"—

"No!" answered he, passionately; "I can live no longer, breathe no longer, in this merciless solicitude of uncertainty and obscurity! You must give me some glimmering of light, some opening to comprehension,—or content yourself to be my captive!—"

"You terrify me, Mr. Harleigh! Let me go!—instantly! instantly!—Would