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He went, however, to Cecilia, and gave her this narration, suppressing whatever he feared wouldthe whole by his strictures Cecilia was much easier for this reuish and her terror had been unmixed with resentment, she had now no desire but to reconcile Delvile with hied her for sorew better, her ier, and he feared opposition would be as hurtful as compliance

Delvile, therefore, was now admitted; yet slowly and with trepidation he advanced, terrified for her, and fearful of himself, filled with rerief and horror to behold her so ill and altered

Supported by pillows, she sat alht The moment she saw hi out in a tone of pleasure, though faintly, "Ah! dearest Delvile! is it you?" but too weak for the effort she had , and disordered

Dr Lyster would then have interfered to postpone their further conversation; but Delvile was no longer master of hi at the bed side, "Sweet injured excellence!" he cried, "wife of my heart! sole object of my chosen affection! dost thou yet live? do I hear thy loved voice?--do I see thee again?--art thouher more fixedly, "Alas," he cried, "art thou indeed el! and couldst thou then call upon Delvile, the guilty, but heart-broken Delvile, thy destroyer, thy murderer, and yet not call to execrate him?"

Cecilia, extremely affected, could not utter a word; she held out to hientleness and kindness, but tears started into her eyes, and trickled in large drops down her colourless cheeks

"Angelic creature!" cried Delvile, his own tears overflowing, while he pressed to his lips the kind token of her pardon, "can you give to ain a hand so ill deserved? can you look with such compassion on the author of your woes? on the wretch, who for an instant could doubt the purity of a mind so seraphic!"

"Ah, Delvile!" cried she, a little reviving, "think no more of what is past!--to see you,--to be yours,--drives all evil from my remembrance!"

"I a again; "I know not how to sustain it! a forgiveness such as this,-- when I believed You must hate me for ever! when repulse and aversion were all I dared expect,--when rave, the pitiless grave, was already open to receive thee"-"Too kind, too feeling Delvile!" cried the penetrated Cecilia, "relieve your loaded heart frohtened, I think, of every thing but its affection for you!" "Oh words of transport and extacy!" cried the enraptured Delvile, "oh partner ofof ! that I folded to ony of eternal separation!"-"Come away, Sir, coreatly agitated, "I will not be answerable for the continuation of this scene;" and taking him by the ar him she would faint, and forced him away from her