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more of his own, than let you fall into his clutches."
The eyes of Juliet again swam in tears. "Noble, incomparable Harleigh!" she irresistibly ejaculated; but, checking herself, "My lord," she said, "my thanks are still all that I can return to Mr. Harleigh,—yet I will not deny how much I am touched by his generosity. But I have insurmountable objections to this proposition; now, indeed, ought I to cast upon any other, the risks of an engagement which honour and conscience make sacred to myself."
"Poor Harleigh!" said Lord Melbury, "I have been but a bad advocate, he will think! You will at least see him?"
"See him?"
"Yes; he came with me hither. 'Twas he descried you first, as you got out of the post-chaise. He was accompanying me up the stairs: but he retreated. You will surely see him?"
