What made you dress yourself so
prettily?
She looked earnestly at him, in silence. He repeated his question--I
speak, said she, all my heart; and then I suffer for it. Every body is
against me.
You shall not suffer for it: every body is for you.
I confessed to Mrs. Beaumont; I confessed to you, brother: but what did I
get by it?--Let go my hand. I don't love you, I believe.
I am sorry for it. I love you, Clementina, as I love my own soul!
Yet you never chide your own soul!
He turned his face from her to us. She must not be treated harshly, said
he. He soothed her in a truly brotherly manner.
Tell me, added he to his soothings, Did you expect any body here, that
you find not?
Did I? Yes, I did.--Camilla, come hither.--Let go my hand, brother.
He did. She took Camilla under the arm--Don't you know, Camilla, said
she, what you heard said of somebody's threatening somebody?--Don't let
anybody hear us; drawing her to one end of the room.--I want to take a
walk with you into the garden, Camilla.
It is dark night, madam.
No matter. If you are afraid, I will go by myself.
Seem to humour her in talk, Camilla, said the count; but don't go out of
the room with her.
Be pleased to tell me, madam, what we are to walk in the garden for?
Why, Camilla, I had a horrid dream last night; and I cannot be easy till
I go into the garden.
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