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"I have nothing, ive; you have only asserted your own dignity, and I have nobody to blaiven you occasion"

"Alas," cried Mrs Delvile, "if worth and nobleness of soul on your part, if esteenity which offends you requires, how should I crave the blessing of such a daughter! how rejoice in joininghis happiness while I stimulated his virtue!"

"Do not talk toaway from her; "whatever you had for one, --you may pity me, indeed, but your pity is mixed with conte it"

"O little," cried Mrs Delvile, looking at her with the utmost tenderness, "little do you see the state of my heart, for never have you appeared toyou froive, but your own sense of dutyplead for the strictness hich I act up to e, uish under an appearance of sullenness, "in waiting?"

Mrs Delvile then calistened with tears, said, "To part froidly, while my heart so warentlest Cecilia! condemn not awhat she holds to be her duty, thinks the office her bitterest e of her husband, and the resistance of her son, all the misery of domestic contention, and who can only secure the honour of her faive me your hand?--"

Cecilia, who had affected not to see that she waited for it, now coldly put it out, distantly [courtseying], and seeking to preserve her steadiness by avoiding to speak Mrs Delvile took it, and as she repeated her adieu, affectionately pressed it to her lips; Cecilia, starting, and breathing short, froitation, called out "Why, why this condescension?--pray,--I entreat you, madam!--"

"Heaven bless you,a tear upon the hand she still held, "heaven bless you, and restore the tranquillity you so nobly deserve!"

"Ah er the tears which now forced their way down her cheeks, "ill you break my heart with this kindness! ill you still compel me to love!-- when now I almost wish to hate you!"-"No, hatefrom her cheeks the tears that watered theentle bosom, I am almost detestable to myself Even the cruel scene which awaits me with my son will not more deeply afflict me But adieu,--I must now prepare for him!"