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to the overwhelming tide of passion! If she was as yet safe,
it was because she was yet indifferent. But had the object
with whose feelings she now triffled, excited kindred feelings in
her own heart, whome would have been her security? --

While reflecting in the solitude of her chamber, on the
conversation that had just passed, the benevolence of her
nature easily conquered the suggestions of a vicious selfishness;
but when again assaulted by temptation; again she
yeilded, & while secretly indulging the delusions of self-love
& vanity, she persuaded herself she was using the
only means she possessed of regaining the affections of
her husband. What a subtle & insinuating poison lurks
in the honied-cup of flattery -- how delicious, yet alass
how fatal is the draught. Self-love is intoxicated, Reason
is [??], & too often virtue is destroyed by its baneful
influence. Of for some kind friend whose wisdom could
save the inexperience of Julia from the dangers of
her own vanity & the conceit of her treacherous advcier.

D'Aubyni would have been that friend, had she not from
motives of delicacy concealed from him her situation in
regard to her husband, & the [errours?] & perturbations to which
that situation gave rise.

When he returned from his long & lonely ramble,
he sought for Julia in the apartment where they usually passed
their mornings; but the Library was deserted; & locked with
in her chamber, she gave way to her own tumultuous
feelings, forgetful of her friend & children.

The little Rosa was her only companion at the
dinner table, & when it was [??], unable to listen
to her prattle, or to return her carresses. D'aubigni again took
up his hat & wandered in the neyhbouring ward, until
he was recalled by a servant, who told him the garriage
was ready & his mistress waiting for him. --

He started from the gloomy reverry into which
he had been lost, & percieved with surprise the
stars twinkling in the sky, which when he had last
looked at it, was glowing with the rays of the setting sun.

When he entered the drawing-room, the gloom of
twilight concealed from him the countenance of his friend,
but her pensive attitude, as she leaned against the