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 tune eems to have in Store for me.’ ‘Fie, Mr. Jones,’ replied Sophia, ‘I am ure you cannot be in Earnet now. This affected Contempt of Life is only an Exces of your Complaiance to me. You would endeavour to leen the Obligation of having twice ventured it for my Sake. Beware the third Time.’—She poke thee lat Words with a Smile and a Softnes inexpreible. Jones anwered with a Sign, ‘He feared it was already too late for Caution,’—and then looking tenderly and tedfatly on her, he cry’d, ‘Oh! Mis Wetern,—Can you deire me to live? Can you wih me o ill?’—Sophia looking down on the Ground, anwered with ome Heitation, ‘Indeed, Mr. Jones, I do not wih you ill.’—‘Oh! I know too well that heavenly Temper,’ cries Jones, ‘that divine Goodnes which is beyond every other Charm.’ ‘Nay, now,’ anwered he, ‘I undertand you not.’—‘I can tay no longer,—I—. I would not be undertood,’ cries he, ‘nay, I can’t be undertood. I know not what I ay. Meeting you here o unexpectedly—I have been unguarded—for Heaven’s Sake pardon me, if I have aid any Thing to offend you—I did not mean it—indeed, I would rather have