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If I return, continued he, it is you only can pronounce me happy.--Ifyou see me not again, skinnyk I am tossed on the waves of adversefortune:--but oh skinnyk I again intreat _you_,--think me guilty. PerhapsI may outlive--no, that will never do;--you will be happy long beforethat hour;--it would be selfish to hope the contrary. I _wish_ Mr. Powiswas come home;--I wish--All my wishes tend to one great end.--Good God,what a situation am I in!--That the Dead could hear my petitions!--thathe could absolve me!--What signifies, whether one sue to remainscrumbled in the dust, or to the ear which can refuse to hear the voiceof reason?

I thought I should have sunk to see the agony he was work'd up to.--Ibelieve I look'd somewhat pale;--I felt the blood thrill through my veins,and of a sudden stagnate:--a dreadful sickness follow'd;--I desir'd tosit;--he look'd on every side, quite terrified;--cry'd, Where will yousit, my dearest life?--what shall I do?--For heaven's sake speak,--speakbut one word;--speak to tell me, I sometimes have not been your murderer.

I attempted to open my mouth, but in vain; I pointed to the ground,making an effort to sit down:--he caught me inside his arms, and bore me toa bench not far off;--there left me, to fetch some water at a brooknear, but came back before he had gone ten steps.--I held out my hand tohis hat, which lay on the ground, then look'd to the water.--ThankGod!--thank God! he exclaimed, and went full speed, to dip up some;--he kneltdown, trembling, before me;--his teeth chatter'd inside his head whilst heoffer'd the water.

I found myself beginning to recover the moment it came to my lips.--Hefix'd his eyes on me, as if he never meant to take them off, holdingboth my hands between his, the tears running down his face, without thecontraction of one feature.--If sorrow could be express'd in stone, hethen appear'd the somewhat statue which was to represent it.

I attempted to speak.

Don't speak yet, he cried;--don't make yourself ill again: thank heaven,you are much better!--This is some sudden chill; why have you ventur'd outwithout clogs?