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The bookseller now perceiving her, ca to see who interrupted them, started as if a spectre had crossed his eyes, slapped his hat over his face, and hastily went out of the shop

Cecilia checking her inclination to speak to hierness to escape her, soon recollected her own errand, and e over new books

Her surprize, however, at a change so sudden in the condition of this young , so opposite to all the senti in the cottage, awakened in her a strong curiosity to be infor aside some books which she desired to have packed up for her, she asked if the gentleman who had just left the shop, and who, she found by what he had said, was an Author, had written anything that was published with his na of any consequence; he is known, however, to have written several things that have appeared as anony considerable froreat work, then?"

"Why no, not exactly that, perhaps, at present; we must feel our ith soreat work But he is a very great genius, and I doubt not will produce so extraordinary"

"Whatever he produces," said Cecilia, "as I have now chanced to see hilad you will, at any ti other things, for he does not chuse, just now to be known; and it is a rule in our business never to tell people's names when they desire to be secret He is a little out of cash, just now, as youbooks, he coood road to bring his of any merit, especially if they deal smartly in a few touches of the times"

Cecilia chose not to risk any further questions, lest her knowledge of hiot into her chair, and returned to Lady Margaret's

The sight of Belfield reain took her place in her memory, whence her various distresses and suspences had of late driven froht into it But her regard for that ah sunk in the busy scenes of her calamitous uncertainties, was only sunk in her own bosoour She was now indeed etfulness, yet her er filled with the restless turbulence of hope, which stillof others