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"No, indeed!" said she, putting her hand to her head, "I will speak to you in a fewat her with much alarm, "call back your recollection! you know not what you say, you take no interest in what you answer"

"Indeed I do!" said she, sighing deeply, and oppressed beyond the power of thinking, beyond any power but an internal consciousness of wretchedness

"Sigh not so bitterly," cried he, "if you have any coh not so bitterly,--I cannot bear to hear you!"

"I a sensible she spoke

"Good Heaven!" cried he, rising, "distract me not with this horror!-- speak not to me in such broken sentences!--Do you hear me, Cecilia?-- ill you not answer hted, and putting both her hands upon her heart, said, "Oh yes!--but I have an oppression here,--a tightness, a fulness,--I have not room for breath!"

"Oh beloved ofhimself at her feet, "kill me not with this terror!--call back your faculties,--awake from this dreadful insensibility! tell me at least you know me!--tellof my affections! ony! it is ht back her scattered senses, scarce more stunned by the shock of all thisto conceal it But these passionate excla her sensibility, she burst into tears, which happily relieved her , and which, not thus effected, ht have ended more fatally

Never had Delvile more rejoiced in her sarded and blest as the preservers of her reason They flowed long without any inter her to more sorrow: after a while, however, the return of her faculties, which at first seerief, was th of her mind: she blamed herself severely for the little fortitude she had shewn, but having now given vent to emotions too forcible to be wholly stiffed, she assured hie for the future, and entreated him to consider and settle his affairs

Not speedily, however, could Delvile hih only for a few iven to Cecilia had affected her intellects, ination, than the scene of fury and death, which had occasioned that terror: and Cecilia, who now strained every nerve to repair by her firiven hi and deliberation than himself