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And Julia did not regret to be thus awakened, altho' the
servant who summoned her to the drawing room told her,
that the gentleman who was waiting there, had bid him tell
Mrs Clifton, that an old friend wished to see her.

When Julia entered, she bowed to the gentlemen as to a
stranger of whom she had no recollection. He had approached
her with eagerness, but percieving by her manner that he
was not recognized, he stopped, & looking earnestly & somewhat
reproachfully in her face, he exclaimed, "and have
you forgotten me Julia?" "Oh Henry, dear Henry, is it you?"
she cried on hearing his voice while she threw her arms round him & embraced
him with the fondness of the fondest sister.

"I did expect," said Henry D'Aubigne, that you would
so entirely have forgotten me."--
"Forgotten you, my more than brother," repeated Julia--
"my not knowing you--is a proof that I have not forgotten
you--no indeed, such as you left me ten years ago,
such do I remember you--No wonder then, that in this pale
thin face, & this slender form, & these grave looks,
I should not recognize the full & ruddy face--the laughing
countenance, the large & rounded form of my old
friend & companion.--Blame the shocking climate
that has thus transformed you, & not my memory
dear Henry--that, has been true to every hue & [?]
of the face & form you carried with you to Carolina!"
"I could not have supposed I was so much changed,
tho' internal as well as external monitions tell me
I am not what I was. But to you Julia, time has
been more kind--Tho' ten long years have passed
likewise over your face they have not robbed it of a single
grace--they have spared even the bloom & freshness of your
childhood."

"My dear friend"--replied she playfully--"why this

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