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THE MAN OF THE WORLD. 25
make Diana greet her filter huntrefies,
were ever more chafte than that which
Bolton now ftole from her by furprize.
Her cheeks were crimfon at this little
violence of Harry’s. “ What do you
mean, Mr. Bolton ?” faid flie, dropping
the flute to the ground. {t ’Twas a for¬
feiture,” he replied, ftammering, and
blufliing excefilvely, “ for attempting to
blow my flute.”—“ I don’t underftand
you,” anfwered Lucy, and turned towards
the houfe, with fome marks of refentment
on her countenance. Bolton was for fome
time rivetted to the fpot; when he reco-
yered the ufe of his feet, he ran after
Mifs Sindall, and gently laying hold of
her hand, “ I cannpt bear your anger,
faid he, though I own your difpleafure
is juft; but forgive, I intreat you, this
unthinking offence of him, whofe refpedt
is equal to his love.”—“ Your love, Mr,
Bolton!”—“ I cannot retrad the word,
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