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she must absorb us; let me, then, first—"
"I must be heard, Sir," said Juliet, with more firmness, "or I must be gone!—"
"You must be heard, then, undoubtedly!" he cried, with a smile, and offering her a chair, "for you must not be gone!"
Juliet declined being seated, but delivered, nearly in the words that she had received it, her message.
Harleigh looked pained and distressed, yet impatient, as he listened. "How," he cried, "can I argue with her? The false exaltation of her ideas, the effervescence of her restless imagination, place her above, or below, whatever argument, or reason can offer to her consideration. Her own creed is settled—not by investigation into its merits, not by reflection upon its justice, but by an impulsive preference, in the persuasion that such a creed leaves her mistress of her destiny."
"Ah, do not resist her!" cried Ju-
