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 and I will protect you, myself, with my life and fortune!"

Alarmed by this warmth, and doubtful whether it demanded gratitude or resentment, Juliet was silent.

"If you will not reveal to me your history," he resumed, "you will, at least, not refuse to let me divine it? I am a famous star-gazer; and, if once I can discover your ruling planet, I shall prognosticate your destiny in a second. Let me, then, read the lines of your face. Nay! you must not hide it! You must give me fair play. Or, shall I examine the palm of your hand?"

Juliet laughed, but drew on her gloves.

"O you little Tyrant! I must only, then, catch, as I can, a glimpse of your countenance. A nauseous task, enough, to dwell on any thing so ugly! All I can make out from it, just now, is the figure of a coronet."

"A coronet?"

"Yes; under which I perceive the