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I often thought hientlest sympathy which she alone seemed to have power to call

out upon his features Zenobia, I suspect, would have given her eyes,

bright as they were, for such a look; it was the least that our poor

Priscilla could do, to give her heart for a great er of this, inas on which we all

associated at Blithedale idely different fro us to the soft affections of the golden age,

it seemed to authorize any individual, of either sex, to fall in love

with any other, regardless of ould elsewhere be judged suitable

and prudent Accordingly the tender passion was very rife arees ofaith

the state of things that had given it origin This was all well

enough; but, for a girl like Priscilla and a woman like Zenobia to

jostle one another in their love of a sworth, was

likely to be no child's play

Had I been as cold-hearted as I so would

have interested me more than to witness the play of passions that must

thus have been evolved But, in honest truth, I would really have gone

far to save Priscilla, at least, from the catastrophe in which such a

drarown to be a very pretty girl, and still kept