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Neal, John, 1793-1876 [1823], A novel, volume 2 ('Published for Whom it May ConcernÓ', Baltimore?) [word count] [eaf293v2]. To look up a word in a dictionary, select the word with your mouse and press 'd' on your keyboard.
My Dear Molton,
I have just arrived. My spirits are depressed; the There is one thing that troubles me. But you will
No—Molton. This is a desperate enterprise. There OMAR. have I seen?—I was hurrying, to the Post Office—and I could swear that I met the apparition of Juliet,—palled--- her veil over her face—hanging upon the arm of Grenville. I was thunderstruck. I could not believe my senses. Explain it to me, Molton?—What can this mean? Have I really seen her?—Or have my senses yielded to the incessant fatigue and agitation, that I have experienced? I know not—I see as usual—hear as usual—my memory, too, is as distinct; and I can discover no signs of excitement about me, except a fierce throbbing of the temples. I almost touched her, before I saw her—and then—there was something in her action, that made me look up. It was that of one, trying to conceal herself;--- she gathered her veil thickly about her face,---and I thought---perhaps it was fancy----that she had been weeping. The whole passed off in a moment,---like a flash of light----but if it was not Juliet Gracie, by heaven, it was her apparition. She entered a carriage that stood waiting for her;---and then only, did I turn my eyes to the man that was with her. His back was toward me; but it struck me that he appeared very like Mr. Grenville. Is'nt it strange?---But I suppose that resemblance obtruded itself upon me, in consequence of my thinking of Juliet. Yet I cannot laugh at it. I would---I try to---but I cannot. There is a strange reality, notwithstanding the suddenness and rapidity, with which it appeared, that I am trembling at, yet. The result is---that I have run into a bookstore close by the office, torn open my letter, and written just as I felt.
Neal, John, 1793-1876 [1823], A novel, volume 2 ('Published for Whom it May ConcernÓ', Baltimore?) [word count] [eaf293v2]. |