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42 YHE MYSTERIES. ness which seemed to be the blending of their spirit, indescribable sensations of joy, and plea- save. and bliss came over her—and she euffered him gently to remove her bonnet and her thick winter-shawlL Then he smoothed down her shining auburn hair, and toyed with ber long glossy ringlets that ‘framed her blushing cheeks and swept over her shoulders; and the maiden felt how delicious it was to love and be beloved ! “You told me that you had so muck to say to me, George,” she murmured, her words appearing to borrow a more liquid intonation from the moist~ ness of the inviting red lips between which they “Yea, my angel,” he replied, his own voice becoming more tender and seductively low: ."'I wished to make you comprehend how sincerely— how devotedly I love you! But now that we are together, my feelings are so intense tat it seems as if ne language were capable of explaining af 4 ao | fil i covering all her presence of mind, and casting off in a moment the voluptuous languor that had come over her, Octavia fpre herself from his embrace, exclaiming, ““O George! is this your love for me?—would you plunge ‘me into the depths of shame and degradation ?” “‘ Beautiful being!” cried Harley, seizing her hands and pressing them one after the other to his lips; “wherefore do you reproach me? Should not I rather ask you whero is that love which you have suffered me to believe that your soul cherishes 145s / T g F te ig nolne ith “mingled ?” murmured Oc- weep m and “Oh! why demand such a proof of my affection. George ? yan you not put faith in me ?—can you not believe I lave you ?” n Norgive me, eine tee gh my ” exclaimed Harley, straining diog malien more Closely to hia breast: ‘‘ but a weakness that I canpot conquer. Have pity upon me, then—have ty upon me [—tortare me ment, flowing all down ber beak; —“have pliy upon me I say—have pity aps sn Oe etanied Ker sterget Sends tomes SS a) ©) = A co LOO