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you; but, whatever you may say, I never can
_be happy again. In a few days, [ will go out
of the country, and return to it no more. Jam
not so bad a man as you think me to be: I love
you dearly, Susan, not because you are hand-
some, but because you are innocent and mo-
dest, and love your God. I would marry you—
but I fear my father; although you are so
charming, yet he would never forgive me for
taking a wife from so low a condition.”

He spoke all this in so earnest a manner,
that I almost believed he did not mean to de-
ceive me. But I still persisted that he should
go away. He begged very hard that I would
see him once more before he left Ludlow, but
I said, I could not allow it. ‘So great a gen-
tleman as you are, ought to have nothing to
say to one in my condition.”

“© Will you sometimes think of me, Susan,”
said he, as he went towards the door, ‘* when
1 am far away in the wars and in distant
lands?”

‘* Sir,” I replied, “I ought not to think of
you, but sometimes I will pray to God to bless

ou.”

ee O! Susan,” said he, “ how greatly was I
deceived in you! I did not expect to find so
virtuous a young woman in your situation. I
have known so many of light character.” Then
returning again from the door, he said, ‘1 can-
not leave you yet, unless you will promise to
see me once again.”

I then, being more and more frightened,
threw myself on my knees before him, and