First Love: A Novel. Vol. 2 of 3Loudon, Mrs. (Margracia)
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First Love: A Novel. Vol. 2 of 3
Loudon, Mrs. (Margracia)
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Music now struck up in the great room; and at the same instant several
persons entered the greenhouse. The next moment they were approaching
along the centre walk, and calling Julia. Our heroine answered and
made her appearance. Edmund, still trembling from the late agitation
of his feelings, followed in silence. But when he saw the gay group
gathering round Julia, he was struck with the sudden apprehension of
her dancing with some one of them; and, at this time, he could not view
such an event, without a degree of horror, very disproportionate to the
importance of the subject. He hastened therefore to her side, offered her
his arm, and whispered something, probably a request to dance with him,
as they immediately accompanied those who had come in search of them,
into the drawing-room, where quadrilles were forming.
Thus was Edmund preserved from further risk of an imprudence, which,
in addition to the endless repentance it would have cost him, might
have taught even the inexperienced Julia the necessity of treating him
with more reserve. Hitherto, her affectionate heart, in its enthusiasm,
had ever been ready to reproach her with estrangement and unkindness,
when she experienced but the natural timidity inseparable from the
feelings which were hourly growing upon her; so that the very parts of
her conduct, which most strongly proved those feelings to be more than
friendship, were by her, not unfrequently, considered as deficiencies in
the frankness and confidence due to a friend, the companion of childhood;
one, too, so delicately situated, who thought himself so much obliged;
who might mistake a reserve, very proper towards strangers, (by whom
Julia meant, all the world, except her grandmamma, Frances, Edmund, and
Mr. Jackson,) for pride, for haughtiness, for a reminding him of his
situation—No! that thought was not to be endured! At the present moment,
however, her heart having been just lightened of an inexpressible load
of sorrow; of the first doubt it had ever known of Edmund’s affection,
she waited not to define its movements, but joined the dance, feeling
as if she moved on air, though in an unusual flutter of spirits. Whilst
he, as he led her to her place among those who stood in all the pride
of rank and title, birth and fortune, felt his heart sink within him;
and, as he gazed upon her thus removed, as it were, to an incalculable
distance, from the nameless dependant on the bounty of her own very
family, he wondered at the mad presumption that, but the moment before,
had possessed him!
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