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" Is all the council that we two have shared,
-the hours that we have spent, When we have chid the hafty-footed time For parting us---Oh! and is all forgot?
And will you rent our ancient love asunder?”
MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM. IN
N the evening, when Emily was at length informed, that Count de Villefort requested to see her, she guessed that Valancourt was below, and, endeavouring to assume composure and to recollect all her fpirits, the rose and left the apartment; but on reaching the door of the library, where she ima. Vol. IV.
gined him to be, her enotion returned with such energy, that, fearing to trust herself in the room, she returned into the hall, where she continued for a considerable time, unable to command her agitated spirits.
When she could recall them, she found in the library Valancourt, seated with the Count, who both rofe on her entrance; but she did not dare to look at Valancourt, and the Count, having led her to a chair, immediately withdrew.
Emily remained with her eyes fixed on the floor, under such oppression of heart, that she could not speak, and with difficulty breathed; while Valancourt threw himself into a chair beside her, and, sighing heavily, continued filent, when, had the raised her eyes, she would have perceived the violent emotion he suffered.
At length, in a tremulous voice, he said, “ I have folicited to see you this evening, that I might, at least, be spared the further torture of suspense, which your altered nancer had occasioned me, and which the hints I have just received from the Count have in part explained. I perceive I have enemies, Emily, who envied me my lace happiness, and who have been busy in searching out the means to destroy it: I perceive, too, that time and absence have weakened the affection you once felt for me, and that you can now easily be taught to forget me."
His last words faltered, and Emily, less able to speak than before, continued silent.
" O what a meeting is this.!” exclaimed Valancourt, starting from his seat, and pacing the room with hurried steps, meeting is this, after our long-long separation !” Again he sat down, and, after the struggle of a moment, he added in a firm but despairing tone, “ This is too much I cannot bear it! Emily, will you not speak to me?"
He covered his face with his hand, as if to conceal his emotion, and took Emily's, which she did not withdraw. Her tears could no longer be restrained ; and, when
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he looked up and perceived that thit was weeping, all his tenderness returned, and a gleam of hope appeared to cross his mind, for he exclaimed, “ O! you do pity me, then, you do love me! Yes, you are still my own Emily-let me believe those tears, that tell me fo!”
Emily now made an effort to recover her firmness, and, haftily drying them, “ Yes," said the, I do pity you-I weep
you -but, ought I to think of you with affection? You may remember that yester-even
ing, I said, I had still sufficient confidence in your candour to believe, that, when I should request an explanation of your words, you would give it. This explanation is now unnecessary, I understand them too well, but prove, at least, that your candour is deserving of the confidence I give it, when I ask you, whether you are conscious of being the same estimable Valancourt--whom I once loved.”
6.Once loved !" cried he," the samethe same !" He paused in extreme emotion,