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and in subdued, though broken accents, "'Tis well!" she cried, "You no longer, at least, seek to deceive me, and I thank you!" Deaf to explanation or representation, she then hurried her weak frame from the chaise, aided by her foreign lackey; and, directing Juliet to follow, crossed the road to a rising ground upon the Downs; seated herself; sent off her assistant, and made Juliet take a place by her side; while Flora returned, crying and alone, to the farm.

"Now, then," she said, "that you try no more to delude, to cajole, to blind me, tell me now, and in two words,—where is Harleigh?"

"Believe me, Madam, ———" Juliet was tremblingly beginning, when Elinor, casting off the little she had assumed of self-command, passionately, cried, "Must I again be played upon by freezing caution and duplicity? Must I die without end the lingering death of cold inaction and uncertainty? breathe for ever without living? Where, I demand, is Har-

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