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Chapters (10)
  1. SIR CHARLES GRANDISON
  2. PREFACE.
  3. NAMES OF THE PRINCIPAL PERSONS.
  4. VOLUME I.
  5. VOLUME II.
  6. VOLUME III.
  7. VOLUME IV.
  8. VOLUME V.
  9. VOLUME VI.
  10. VOLUME VII.

Clementina, when I entered, was sitting close to Camilla; her head leaning on her bosom, seemingly thoughtful. She raised her head, and looked towards me; and, clasping her arms about Camilla’s neck, hid her face in her bosom for a i’ew moments; then, looking as bashful towards me, she loosed her hands, stood up, and looked steadily at me, and at Camilla, by turns, several times, as irresolute. At last, quit-ting Camilla, she moved towards me with a stealing paec; but when near me, turning short, hurried to her mother; and putting one arm about her neck, the other held up, she looked at me, as if she were doubtful whom she saw. She seemed to whisper to her mother, but not to be understood. She went then bv her sister-inlaw, who took her hand as she passed her, with both hers, and kissed it; and coming to the general, who sat still nearer me, and who had desired me to attend to her motions, she stood by him, and looked at me with a sweet irresolution.

As she had stolen such advances towards me, I could no longer restrain myself. I arose, and, taking her hand, Behold the man, said 1, with a bent knee, whom once you honoured with the name of tutor, your English tutor! Know you not the grate-ful Grandison, whom all your family have honoured with their regard?

Yes! Yes, 1 think 1 do. They rejoiced to hear her speak But where have you been all this time?

In England, madam But returned, lately return-ed, to visit you and your Jeronymo.

Jeronymo! one hand held up; the other not withdrawn. Poor Jeronymo.

God be praised! said the general: some faint hopes. The two marchionesses wept for joy.

Your Jeronymo, madam, and my Jeronymo, is, we hope, in a happy way. Do you love Jeronymo?

Do I! But what of Jeronymo? I don’t under-stand you.

Jeronymo, now you are well, will be happy.

Am I well? An, Sir! But save me, save me, chevalier! faintly screaming, and looking about her, with a countenance of woe and terror.

I will save you, madam. The general will also protect you. Of whom are you afraid?

O the cruel, cruel Laurana! She withdrew her hand in a hurry, and lifted up the sleeve of the other arm You shall see O I have been cruelly used But you will protect me. Forbearing to shew her arm, as she seemed to intend.

Laurana shall never more come near you.

But don’t hurt her! Come, sit down by me, and I will tell you all I have suffered.

She hurried to her former seat; and sat down by her weeping Camilla. 1 followed her. She mo-tioned to me to sit down by her.

Why, you must know, chevalier She paused Ah my head! putting her hand to it Well, but, now you must leave me. Something is wrong Leave me I don’t know myself