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his head, he met her eye———Confusion again! he saw a thousand reasons to wipe out the reproach, and as many to reproach himself—a thin, blue, chill, pellucid chrystal with all its humours so at rest, the least mote or speck of desire might have been seen at the bottom of it, had it existed———it did not———and how I happen to be so lewd myself, particularly a little before the vernal and autumnal equinoxes———Heaven above knows———My mother———madam———was so at no time, either by nature, by institution, or example.
A temperate current of blood ran orderly through her veins in all months of the year, and in all critical moments bothof
