Grandison shewed his conviction by his blushes; and
by repeating the three little words, You and me! Sir Charles.
***
SUNDAY EVENING.
O my dear friends! I have a strange, a shocking piece of intelligence to
give you! Emily has just been with me in tears: she begged to speak with
me in private. When we were alone, she threw her arms about my neck: Ah,
madam! said she, I am come to tell you, that there is a person in the
world that I hate, and must and will hate, as long as I live. It is Lady
Olivia.--Take me down with you into Northamptonshire, and never let me
see her more.
I was surprised.
O madam! I have found out, that she would, on Thursday last, have killed
my guardian.
I was astonished, Lucy.
They retired together, you know, madam: my guardian came from her, his
face in a glow; and he sent in his sister to her, and went not in himself
till afterwards. She would have had him put off his journey. She was
enraged because he would not; and they were high together; and, at last,
she pulled out of her stays, in fury, a poniard, and vowed to plunge it
into his heart. He should never, she said, see his Clementina more. He
went to her. Her heart failed her. Well it might, you know, madam. He
seized her hand. He took it from her. She struggled, and in struggling
her wrist was hurt; that's the meaning of the broad black ribband!--
Wicked creature! to have such a thought in her heart!--He only said, when
he had got it from her, Unhappy, violent woman! I return not this
instrument of mischief! You will have no use for it in England--And
would not let her have it again.
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