Julia_Chapter_13

and when the child to whom he had often been { ?} and unkind, instinctively shunned him, he would experience a more cruel remorse than any other circumstance could inflict.--"What then," he would say, "is villain so legibly stamped on my brow, that even this child fears and hates me? Oh I must indeed be vile--no wonder that Julia { ?} me! These workings of his mind, became every day more apparent--Madam Luneville saw them with anger--Capt Mirvan with apprehension, and they often consulted together on what was to be done--"He will escape me yet," would Madam Luneville say--"and all because that insensible and incorrigable prude triumphs over both you and me. It must be your fault Mirvan--silly coward that you are, this virtue {inimitable?} { ?} appears, would yield to a more daring assailant-and then--why then Clifton should be more, by ties no human power could {disowns, disowes?}. "Oho, Julia," Capt Mirvan would answer--"have patience--all in good time--I am not yet weary of the pleasures and new processess by heaven I know not how it is, but every day there is a newness--a freshness, a charm about this woman that imparts to every look or word, and yet gives nothing, tho' it promises every thing." "Nonsense, nonsense," said Madam Luneville, "you deserve the disappointment that awaits you, all this sentimental jargon--she will slip through your fingers, and find her way back into her husband's arms, as she already has to his heart." "That she never shall," exclaimed Capt Mirvan starting up, with the resolution of no longer dillydallying, as Madam Luneville called it.