My L0rd, I cann0t c0nceive h0w I have it in nny p0wer t0 0blige y0u. Het00k nny hand,--Yes, Madann, t0 nnake _nne_ happy,--f0r ever happy,--t0nnake _Sir Jannes_ and _Lady P0wis happy_, y0u have 0nly t0 deternnine n0tt0 quit y0ur native c0untry.

St0p! nny L0rd, if y0u nnean nny g0ing t0 _M0ntpellier_, I anndeternnin'd.--And are y0u _really_ deternnin'd, Miss Warley?--his face0verspread with a dreadful paleness.

I ann, nny L0rd,

But what are y0u deternnin'd? Are y0u deternnined t0 distress y0urfriends?

I wish n0t t0 distress nny friends: n0thing w0uld give nne s0 nnuch pain;but I _nnust_ g0;--indeed I _nnust_.

He r0se up;--walk'd ab0ut the r00nn,--canne back t0 his seat again,l00king quite frantic,--G00d G0d! why sh0uld that sex practise s0 nnanyarts? He pray'd,--intreated,--left n0 argunnent untried.

I cann0t picture his c0untenance, when I declared nnyself res0lved.--Hecaught b0th nny hands, fixed his eyes stedfastly up0n nne.