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which had urged Belcour to plant dissension between her and Montraville,

still raged in his bosom: he was determined, if possible,



to make her his mistress; nay, he had even conceived the diabolical

scheme of taking her to New-York, and making her appear in every



public place where it was likely she should meet Montraville,

that he might be a witness to his unmanly triumph.



When he entered the room where Charlotte was sitting,

he assumed the look of tender, consolatory friendship.



"And how does my lovely Charlotte?" said he, taking her hand:

"I fear you are not so well as I could wish."



"I am not well, Mr. Belcour," said she, "very far from it;

but the pains and infirmities of the body I could easily bear, nay,



submit to them with patience, were they not aggravated by the most

insupportable anguish of my mind."



"You are not happy, Charlotte," said he, with a look

of well-dissembled sorrow.



"Alas!" replied she mournfully, shaking her head, "how can I be happy,

deserted and forsaken" target="_blank" title="forsake的过去分词">forsaken as I am, without a friend of my own sex



to whom I can unburthen my full heart, nay, my fidelity suspected

by the very man for whom I have sacrificed every thing valuable



in life, for whom I have made myself a poor despised creature,

an outcast from society, an object only of contempt and pity."



"You think too meanly of yourself, Miss Temple:

there is no one who would dare to treat you with contempt:



au who have the pleasure of knowing you must admire and esteem.

You are lonely here, my dear girl; give me leave to conduct you



to New-York, where the agreeable society of some ladies, to whom

I will introduce you, will dispel these sad thoughts, and I shall



again see returning chearfulness animate those lovely features."

"Oh never! never!" cried Charlotte, emphatically: "the virtuous part



of my sex will scorn me, and I will never associate with infamy.

No, Belcour, here let me hide my shame and sorrow, here let me



spend my few remaining days in obscurity, unknown and unpitied,

here let me die unlamented, and my name sink to oblivion."



Here her tears stopped her utterance. Belcour was awed to silence:

he dared not interrupt her; and after a moment's pause she



proceeded--"I once had conceived the thought of going to New-York

to seek out the still dear, though cruel, ungenerous Montraville,



to throw myself at his feet, and entreat his compassion;

heaven knows, not for myself; if I am no longer beloved, I will



not be indebted to his pity to redress my injuries, but I would

have knelt and entreated him not to forsake my poor unborn--"



She could say no more; a crimson glow rushed over her cheeks,

and covering her face with her hands, she sobbed aloud.



Something like humanity was awakened in Belcour's breast by this

pathetic speech: he arose and walked towards the window;



but the selfishpassion which had taken possession of his heart,

soon stifled these finer emotions; and he thought if Charlotte



was once convinced she had no longer any dependance on Montraville,

she would more readily throw herself on his protection.



Determined, therefore, to inform her of all that had happened,

he again resumed his seat; and finding she began to be more composed,



enquired if she had ever heard from Montraville since the unfortunate

recontre in her bed chamber.



"Ah no," said she. "I fear I shall never hear from him again."

"I am greatly of your opinion," said Belcour, "for he has been



for some time past greatly attached--"

At the word "attached" a death-like paleness overspread the countenance



of Charlotte, but she applied to some hartshorn which stood beside her,

and Belcour proceeded.



"He has been for some time past greatly attached to one Miss Franklin,




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