The Coquette - The History of Eliza Wharton by Hannah Webster Foster
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answered that I had rather resign that honor to another, but wished, for
her sake, that he might be a gentleman whose character would not disgrace the company with which he associated. She appeared mortified and chagrined in the extreme. However, she studiously suppressed her emotions, and even soothed me with the blandishments of female softness. We parted amicably. She promised to return soon and prepare for a compliance with my wishes. I cannot refuse to believe her. I cannot cease to love her. My heart is in her possession. She has a perfect command of my passions. Persuasion dwells on her tongue. With all the boasted fortitude and resolution of our sex, we are but mere machines. Let love once pervade our breasts, and its object may mould us into any form that pleases her fancy, or even caprice. I have just received a letter from Eliza, informing me of her return to Hartford. To-morrow I shall set out on a visit to the dear girl; for, my friend, notwithstanding all her foibles, she is very dear to me. Before you hear from me again I expect that the happy day will be fixed--the day which shall unite in the-most sacred bands this lovely maid and your faithful friend, J. BOYER. LETTER XL. TO MR. T. SELBY. HAMPSHIRE. I have returned; and the day, indeed, is fixed; but O, how different |
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