At the word lover, the heart of Auburn, just now in his mouth, sunk like lead—and yet he knew not why.
“Do you think,” added Kate, “you could portray
‘That loveliness, ever in motion, which plays
Like the light upon Autumn’s soft shadowy days,
Now here and now there, giving warmth as it flies
From the lips to the cheek—from the cheek to the eyes;’
but excuse me again—I always forget myself when speaking of Emma Willis.”
“Emma Willis!” cried Auburn. “Kate, who are you talking of—good heavens, you don’t say that—”
“Say what!” interrupted Kate. “What ails the man? All I said was, that, as I have told you a thousand times, Emma Willis is a charming girl; and I hope to attend her wedding ere I leave the village—but here we are at home—good-night, we shall see you to-morrow”—and breaking from Auburn, who vainly endeavored to detain her, the mischievous girl ran into the house, followed by Evans, who also seemed in an unaccountable hurry to get away from his friend—and such a laugh as came wafted to poor Harry’s ears and was too much for any Christian to bear.
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