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£4 THE man of the world.
flie would or no; and fhe flood clofe by
his fide, while the laft cadence was melt¬
ing from his pipe.
She repeated it after him with her voice.
“ Mil's Sindall!” cried he, ftarting up
with fome emotion. “ I know, faid fhe,
you will be furprifed to find me here; but
I was enchanted hither by the found of
your flute. Pray touch that little melan¬
choly tune again.” He began, but he
played very ill. “ You blow it, faid fhe,
not fo fweetly as before; let me try what
tone I can give it.”—She put it to her
mouth, but fhe wanted the fkill to give
it voice.—<c There cannot be much art
in it;”—flie tried it again—“ and yet it
will not fpeak at my bidding.” She
looked ftedfaflly on the flute, holding her
fingers on the flops; her lips were red
from the preflure, and her figure altoge¬
ther fo paftoral and innocent, that, I do not
believe, the kifles, with which the poets
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