I neglected your honest and friendly warning, and now it is too late." "Poor man!" she replied, "it is not she, but you, that is to be pitied.
No; after this miserable sight, never shall my lips breathe one syllable of censure against you.

Your punishment is too dreadful for that.

But when I look upon her--look upon her now--oh, my God! what is this ?"-- "Help the girl," said Mrs.Brown quickly, and with alarm.

"Oh, she has fallen--raise her up, Mr.Folliard.Oh, my God, Mrs.Hastings, what a scene is this!" They immediately opened her stays, and conveyed her to another settee, where she lay for nearly a quarter of an hour in a calm and tranquil insensibility.

With the aid of the usual remedies, however, she was, but with some difficulty, restored, after which she burst into tears, and wept for some time bitterly.