Cecilia; Or, Memoirs of an Heiress — Volume 2Burney, Fanny
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Cecilia; Or, Memoirs of an Heiress — Volume 2
Burney, Fanny
England -- Fiction; Inheritance and succession -- Fiction; Love stories; Young women -- Fiction
Cecilia, much alarmed, held out her hand for the letter; and looking
first at the end was much astonished to see the name of Biddulph. She
then cast her eye over the beginning, and when she saw her own name,
read the following paragraph.
“Miss Beverley, as you doubtless know, is returned into Suffolk; every
body here saw her with the utmost surprize; from the moment I had heard
of her residence in Delvile Castle, I had given her up for lost; but,
upon her unexpected appearance among us again, I was weak enough once
more to make trial of her heart. I soon found, however, that the pain
of a second rejection you might have spared me, and that though she had
quitted Delvile Castle, she had not for nothing entered it; at the sound
of your name, she blushes; at the mention of your illness, she turns
pale; and the dog you have given her, which I recollected immediately,
is her darling companion. Oh happy Delvile! yet so lovely a conquest you
abandon.--”
Cecilia could read no more; the letter dropt from her hand; to find
herself thus by her own emotions betrayed, made her instantly conclude
she was universally discovered; and turning sick at the supposition, all
her spirit forsook her, and she burst into tears.
“Good heaven,” cried Delvile, extremely shocked, “what has thus affected
you? Can the jealous surmises of an apprehensive rival--”
“Do not talk to me,” interrupted she, impatiently, “and do not detain
me,--I am extremely disturbed,--I wish to be alone,--I beg, I even
entreat you would leave me.”
“I will go, I will obey you in every thing!” cried he, eagerly, “tell me
but when I may return, and when you will suffer me to explain to you all
the motives of my proposal?”
“Never, never!” cried she, with earnestness, “I am sufficiently lowered
already, but never will I intrude myself into a family that disdains
me!”
“Disdains? No, you are revered in it! who could disdain you! That fatal
clause alone--”
“Well, well, pray leave me; indeed I cannot hear you; I am unfit for
argument, and all reasoning now is nothing less than cruelty.”
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