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thought somethinks I hear you exclaim-
"At about 11 o'clock, I sat myself down in
“On my recovery I found myself in my own
advise me; oh that you were! Lady Barbara
entered; Atkins is already frightened out of
" What am I to do, my dear Helen? for I
am addressing you as if you were present to
went out to spend the day just as the stranger
her wits ; and I cannot guess which road the 15.2 combatants have taken, even if I could send
any one to apprehend them. Quelle aventure mizi what a distressing occurrence ! and to a heart si so tremblingly susceptible as mine. Then, my pois dear Helen, there will be such an eclat given be to the affair ; noticed perhaps in the Flying
Courant, or the Observator, with the initials of my name at least; and such a mob of visitants coming to-morrow to inquire the particulars.— I hope my new dress will come home to-night. I can think of nothing-do nothing ; may I die, Helen, if I can write more at present ! I must break off.
" 2 o'clock.—The same mystery—the same horrid uncertainty-no intelligence of the combatants. What will become of me?
I am bewildered, distracted, agonized! Pity your wretched, too susceptible Adeline.
“3 o'clock.—No news-no tidings-no relief to these harassing sensations. Atkins has just brought me up some dinner upon a waiter; but
you who know the quivering acuteness of my feelings, I need not add that I have with diffi
strange! My mind is harassed, exhausted, with conjectures. What could it possibly contain? Perhaps a ladder of ropes, wherewith to urge
culty picked the wing of a chicken, and just tasted two oyster patties. Atkins has gone down stairs. I hear a confused murmur of voices in the street, followed by a dreadful groan! My bosom throbs violently. Heavens! should it be one of the combatants passing the house upon a litter! Dying as I am to go to the window, I dare not do so for fear of encountering some horrid spectacle. Another groan ! Atkins comes not ;-any thing is better than this tortur. ing uncertainty.--I have been to the window, where I saw a crowd of brats surrounding Punch and Judy; the latter of whom, having just been knocked down by her husband, emitted the doleful groans I had heard. What a scandal it is that these sorry buffoons should thus be allowed to trifle with people's feelings--such feelings
, too, as mine!
Atkins, I just recollect, said that the mysterious Unknown brought a bundle with him, which he seemed anxious to hide. How very
Erika Don't forget, my dear Helen, to look at the cerit shall be the laugh of the whole season,—ten mercifully full of pity. N'importe-I must tell
my escape ; possibly a disguise, under which I ed the react was to be whisked away to witness—: but stepensar ah, my foreboding heart !-still more likely that
fit contained the pistols, which at this very
moment, perhaps-horrid, horrid thought!! miestis Flying Courant to-morrow. “7 o'clock.—0 gracious Heaven!
dearest Helen! I am ready to sink into the earth e dete with confusion ; je suis desolée, accablée, desesini perée. The murder is out; that is to say, the
no murder; and I am overwhelmed with unHer bor speakable vexation. If the story transpires, I thousand fingers will be pointed at me.
att will sneer ; Emily Hartfield will blush and
ride home upon his old horse laugh for a month
you the secret. Who, then, do you think the