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from French wines upon a John Bullish sort of
so exclamatory and jejune that the tout en
semble was not likely to captivate any very dae intelligent observer.
In addressing Reuben she endeavoured to blush and look agitated, but could not get any farther than a sheepish expression, and a half suppressed giggle. When he expressed his thanks, however, for her generous conduct towards him, which he did in the most fervent and animated terms, her delight became manifest. She smirked, and simpered, and blushed, and counted the sticks of her fan, occasionally casting a most significant glance at Helen, as if to say—listen how passionately he is making love to me-behold a confirmation of all that I have asserted—recognize my acknowledged suitor! Re
or rather resuming, her confidence, after this new proof of her lover's homage, (for such she deemed it,) she attempted to show off before his uncle by her usual Anglo-gallic rattle, though she could hardly have hit upon a more unfortunate expedient. To Goldingham's bigoted notions, which made him even refrain
principle, every word of that language seemed to involve a popish plot. He made no secret, therefore, either of his own total ignorance of the tongue, or of his dislike of introducing their contraband terms into our own language;
and Adeline, willing to oblige the uncle of her Arcadius, tried as much as possible to talk plain, intelligible English, though we are compelled to record that her success was only partial. Two hours thus passed away rapidly and happily to all parties, Reuben listening every word that dropped from Helen's lips with increased admiration and delight; and Adeline, in her turn, devouring all that was uttered by her presumed lover, with a fond amazement at his prodigious talent and unrivalled
power of fascination. Goldingham then rose to depart, promising however, in answer to Lady Trevanian's pressing invitations, that both himself and his nephew would seize early and frequent opportunities of returning to Harpsden Hall.
After morning service on the following Surday, Reuben drove over in the carriage to the
Eldist Þit Farm, upon the Downs, accompanied by
his uncle, who was anxious to make acquaint15 ance with Grace Wardrop and her father, or
at least to tender them some reward for the Data sanctuary they had so generously afforded to G# his nephew, at the risk of their own life.
Apade baptists, and indeed Nonconformists of any sort, sy were little to his taste, but his heart was not ko so narrowed as to deny to this family the praise
they had so well earned by their noble and in
trepid conduct, nor was he unprepared to attest ex with his purse how gratefully he appreciated
their services. Absorbed by her proselyting zeal, and the perusal of controversial tracts,
were urging her enthusiasm to an almost perilous excess, Grace, although she had prayed almost unceasingly for Reuben's safety, had paid so little attention to the passing events of the world, that she concluded he had found a passage to the Continent; but as there was still an uncertainty upon the subject, she felt no surprise that her anxiety respecting him should remain undiminished. When the amnesty, however; banished "all apprehension of his
the steep declivity that led down to the farm, fadly retir ing of the visit. Reuben, in the meanwhile, had been for breath praised ! The Lord hath listened to my prajes: Tery ha delivereth thee from the share of the fowler. away, and the prey of the terrible shall be de 10 safety, for she took it for granted that he was Hosen would be included in it, she was quite at a los traspartiled to understand why she should still be so deeply interested in his fate, why she should yearnerede to know what had become of him, should long to see him once more; and suede haben die was the state of her feelings on the morning shea
, of when the latter wish was to be so unexpectedly gratified
The unusual, perhaps the unprecedented sight itu, ale of a gentleman's carriage waiting at the top of per te makur occasioned her to hurry up to inquire the mediquitted the vehicle, but being now attired in a ticulate a manner conformable to his station, she hardly recognized him till she heard his voice, when she uttered a cry of surprize, and exclaimed, “ Norton! is it you? Have you seen the ana nesty? You are safe, you are safe. God be the Lord forsaketh not his Saints. He bath The captives of the mighty shall be taken
free with an
livered. Hosanna in the highest !” Her lamplike eyes sparkled, and a wild joyous enthusiasm mate upon her features as she spoke; but when Reuben proceeded to inform her that he was no longer Norton, the quondam soldier and butler, but Reuben Apsley, the adopted son of Mr. Goldingham, of the Place; when the truth of this statement flashed upon her from his altered habiliments, the sight of the carriage, and of Goldingham, who was now advancing to join them, the colour rushed to her wan cheeks, and as instantly retiring left them of a more ghastly whiteness than before, her eyes glistened, she gasped for breath, and after a momentary pause faintly articulated, “ I am glad of it, you are great, you are rich, you are among those that sit in the high places, you have been delivered like a second Daniel from the lion's den, the Lord scattereth blessings upon your head, and I rejoice with an exceeding great joy. Yea, I am very, very happy."
“No one better deserves to be so," said Reuben, taking her hand, “ and if my uncle or myself can in any way contribute tom
“What can be the meaning of this?” ex