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48 * HE EMWKALD NECKLACE. that I was afraid for you, too, Pennon—afraid that she would play off the same arts upon you that she did upon me, and I like you too well to see you made a victim of. If you could have heard her laugh last night, when I called that scene to mind in proof that I had received encouragement to make the avowal which I did—if you had heard her laugh, Pennon, you would not blame me !” He almost ground his teeth together. “No doubt you have been very much ontraged, Noyse ; but you see you have spoiled our party, unless this matter is ‘made up. You need not have feared for me, my friend ; not that I do not acknowledge the beauty of Miss Sloane, but I read her character long ago; besides, I have—” ~ He paused without finishing the sentence. Neither of the gentlemen guessed how very sharply the arrow had pierced into the supposed invulnerable heart of Rosalie; for that heart had become fully fixed upon the owner of the castle, and she knew that truth the most scrupulous and modesty the most - pure were qualities which, above all others, he admired in women. Her mortification was extreme enough to gratify the fiercest malice. Poor Noyse! he was le of blazing up with spirit and pride upon occasion, he himself suffer- ed too deeply, and Ioved too much not to regret the conse- quences of his resentment. The whole party was placed in an awkward situation. Noyse’s going away would scarcely better the matter; and Pennon was put to his wit’s end to restore peace and content- ment to his guests. While Rosalie was yet up-stairs, shedding burning tears of mortification, and studying upon what step to take to do away with the impression made, he wrote to some friends to join their party. “T can not go to Pennon and tell him the accusation was - false, for it is true,” mused she; “much less can I tell him that I am hardly as heartless as I seem, and give the real rea- son for the change in my conduct. Oh, that odious, that hate- ful Noyse! I was very near loving him once; I thought I loved him when I permitted him to kiss me, certainly ; but the next day Pennon came, and—and—my feelings changed. But I can not tell him so” - It was very much as she said. Noyse was of a good fam- comiicbooks.com