Strange girl, thought I, that in the very moment of breaking with a man for ever, puts on her most fascinating toilette -- arrays herself in her most bewitching manner, and gives him a reception only calculated to turn his head, and render him ten times more in love than ever.

Her hand, which remained still in mine, was burning as if in fever, and the convulsive movement of her neck and shoulders showed me how much this meeting cost her.

We were both silent, till at length, feeling that any chance interruption might leave us as far as ever from understanding each other, I resolved to begin.
"My dear, dear Emily," I said, "do not I entreat of you add to the misery I am this moment enduring by letting me see you thus.

Whatever your wrongs towards me, this is far too heavy a retribution.

My object was never to make you wretched, if I am not to obtain the bliss, to strive and make you happy." "Oh, Harry"-- this was the first time she had ever so called me--"how like you, to think of me--of me, at such a time, as if I was not the cause of all our present unhappiness--but not wilfully, not intentionally.