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annihilate me, I shall be content—O more than content! I shall expire with transport!"
Mr. Naird making no reply, she went on yet more impetuously: "Oh snatch me," she cried, "snatch me from the despicable fate that threatens me!—With energies so pure, with affections so genuine, with feelings so unadulterated, as mine, let me not be swept from the earth, with the undistinguished herd of common broken-hearted, broken-spirited, love-sick fanatics! Let me but once more join Harleigh! once more see that countenance which is life, light, and joy to my soul! hear, once more, that voice which charms all my senses, which thrills every nerve!— and then, that parting breath which rapturously utters, Harleigh, I come to die in beholding thee! shall bless you, too, as my preserver, and bid him share with you all that Elinor has to bequeath!"
She uttered this with a rapidity and agitation that nearly exhausted her rem-
