Part 34 (2/2)
”Then he must not be suffered to escape”
The words flew froirl before she are The eloquent blood cri both her hands upon her face to conceal the blushes, she burst into a laugh asof the canary bird Pownal's eyes sparkled with delight, but before he could utter a word, she had sprung upon her feet
”It is too bad,” she cried, ”to coeta novel,” and as, she said so she took a book froreatly Have you seen it?”
Pownal took the book into his hands It was one of Charles Brockden Brown's
”I read it soreat impression upon me at the time It appears tothe attention I could not lay it down until it was finished”
”Exactly as I was affected,” said Anne
”Yet I wonder that one so lively and merry as Miss Bernard should be pleased with such a book The subjects of Brown's novels are all glooination seems at home only in sombre scenes His is the fascination of horror”
”I wonder at itable to affect as thoughtless a person as I ahtless No one would say that of you but yourself It is, perhaps, because of your gaiety--on account of the contrast The sunshi+ne loves to light up dark places”
”Very prettily expressed Really, if you go on ieneral for the town of Hillsdale”
”I suspect the valentines would all be addressed to one person”
”Then I shall oppose your appoint me why I liked Brown's novels”
”I a It is the Yankee's privilege The world concedes it to us I suggest then that your h those dark scenes with an interest like that hich a traveller contee region to you May you ever continue to be what you are now, a bright being, at whose approach sorrow and sadness fly away”
The conversation was here interrupted by the entrance of the Judge and Mrs Bernard, on their return frohborly call Anne received the bonnet and shawl from her mother, as evidently accusto lady ever appearedthose little services of filial respect and affection ”She deserves,” he said to hiht, so pure, so innocent, els”
These were lover's thoughts, and our readers at the remembrance of youthful dreaance They come at only one period of life, and oh, how quickly do they fly, leaving behind a trail of light which uished
Pownal infore of his intended departure, and, as usual, received from him and Mrs Bernard some commissions to execute on their account That of the former was for some books, while his wife's, we are conified itmore important than the last fashi+onable French bonnet
But let us add that she took nothead-dress (and what new fashi+on is not beco her handsome face in its adornment
”My husband,” she said, ”Mr Pownal, tries to Frenchify e hiood; but he will never succeed inelse out of me than a plain Yankee wohest title to allantly ”I have been a traveller, Thoressive world; and, believe me, the productions of the New are not, to say the least, inferior to those of the Old”
”I can well believe it,” said Pownal, bowing to the ladies
”A pleasant voyage, Thoood-bye, ”along the sandy shores of Long Island, and through the perils of hell Gate”
CHAPTER XXVIII
”Then lock thee fast Alone within thy charound: Cry to thy heart: wash every word thou utter'st In tears (and if't be possible) of blood: Beg Heaven to cleanse the leprosy”
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