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Juliet blushed violently, and, with some difficulty stammered out, "Kind as you are, Sir, good and charitable,—you have not well judged that young person!"—
"By all that's sacred," cried he, striking his cane upon the ground, "if it were possible for a girl to be painted to such a pitch of nicety, I should swear you were that very mamselle yourself!—though, if you are, I should take it as a favour if you would tell me, how the devil it came into your head to let me pay for your stage-coach, when you never made use of your place? Where the fun of that was I can't make out!"
"I am but too sensible, Sir, that every thing seems against me!" said Juliet, in a melancholy tone; "yet the time, probably, is not very far off, when I may be able sufficiently to explain myself, to cause you much regret,—so generous seems your nature;—should you refuse me your services in my very great distress!"
