Hatchie, the Guardian Slave; or, The Heiress of Bellevue by Warren T. Ashton
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"I will bless you for even those words," returned Maxwell, hastily,
feeling that he had gained the first point. "But I do not intend to encourage your suit," promptly returned the lady. "Be not again unkind! Veil not that heavenly sympathy in the coldness of indifference again!" "I wish not to be harsh, or unkind. You have before given me an index of your sentiments, and I have endeavored, by all courteous means, to discountenance them." "Yet I have always found something upon which to base a flickering hope." "If you have, I regret it all the more." "Do not say so! Changed as has been your demeanor towards me, I have dared to fan the flame in my heart, till now it is a raging fire, and beyond my control." "I cannot give my hand where my heart is uninterested," replied the lady, feelingly. "I love you not. I am candid, and plain, and I trust this unequivocal declaration will forever terminate any hope you have cherished in relation to this matter. Painful as I now feel it must be for you to hear, and painful as it is to me, on that account, to declare it, I repeat--I can never reciprocate the affection you profess. And now let this interview terminate. It is too painful to be prolonged;"--and she again moved towards the door. |
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