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 'Wretched lady!' said the painter. 'Did I not warn you?'

'You did,' replied Elinor calmly, as her terror gave place to the quiet grief which it had disturbed. 'But—I loved him!'

Is there not a deep moral in the tale? Could the result of one, or all our deeds, be shadowed forth and set before us—some would call it Fate, and hurry onward—others be swept along by their passionate desires—and none be turned aside by the.