Cecilia; Or, Memoirs of an Heiress — Volume 3 by Fanny Burney
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ingratiate himself into your favour?"
"No, never! but when treated with so much softness, 'tis hard always to remember one's meanness! You, madam, have no notion of that task: no more had I myself till lately, for I cared not who was high, nor who was low: but now, indeed, I must own I have some times wished myself richer! yet he assumes so little, that at other times, I have almost forgot all distance between us, and even thought--Oh foolish thought!-- "Tell it, sweet Henrietta, however!" "I will tell you, madam, every thing! for my heart has been bursting to open itself, and nobody have I dared trust. I have thought, then, I have sometimes thought,--my true affection, my faithful fondness, my glad obedience,--might make him, if he did but know them, happier in me than in a greater lady!" "Indeed," cried Cecilia, extremely affected by this plaintive tenderness, "I believe it--and were I him, I could not, I think, hesitate a moment in my choice!" Henrietta now, hearing her mother coming in, made a sign to her to be silent; but Mrs Belfield had not been an instant in the passage, before a thundering knocking at the street-door occasioned it to be instantly re-opened. A servant then enquired if Mrs Belfield was at home, and being answered by herself in the affirmative, a chair was brought into the house. But what was the astonishment of Cecilia, when, in another moment, she heard from the next parlour the voice of Mr Delvile senior, saying, |
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