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from the rapid energy with which Harleigh overpowered all attempt at remonstrance.
"Why, why," he then cried, with redoubled vivacity; "Why not exile now, and repudiate for ever, that terrible rigour of reserve that has so long been at war with your humanity?—Listen to your softer self! It will plead, it will surely plead for gentler measures!"
"Oh no, no, no!" reiterated the agitated Juliet, with a vehemence that would have startled, if not discouraged him, had not another incautious "Alas! alas!" stole its way into the midst of her tremulous negatives; and revealed that her heart, her wishes, her feelings, bore no part in the refusals which her tongue pronounced.
This was not a circumstance to escape Harleigh, who, indescribably touched, fervently exclaimed, "And what, now, shall sunder us? Pardon my presumption if I say us! What is the power,—the
