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renovating fountain, which devine goodness supplies--how
eagerly would you have flown to it--But Julia knew not
that in the desert of life, a rock had been struck which poured
forth such healing and reviving streams.

Chapter 19

Twice was she summoned, before she found strength
to go to Capt Mirvan. He was walking the hall with
hasty and perturbed steps; as she entered he turned, his countenance
which was dark and stern, instantly changed into tenderness
and mildness, when he saw her pallid face--her sunken eye,
and her infirm and trembling steps--he had come prepared by
what Madam Luneville had written, to meet an intrepid
woman, proud in her virtue and confident in her strength,
and he had come prepared to crush that pride and vanquish that strength.
But the mild, the gentle and subdued Julia, melted the sternness
of his purpose, and hastening to her, he tenderly supported, while
he as tenderly enquired into the cause of her evident
debility. This was too much for Julia--she too, came prepared
for a different meeting. That dark and threatening look, while it
appalled, likewise roused a spirit of resistance--a proud
defiance and a determination not to yield her fired determination,
a determination to forbid future visists--to break the chain that bound
her to him. But now when her eye was lifted to his
face--no dark and threatening look lingered there--it beamed
with love and tenderness--nay even with passion--{lend?}all
Julia's power of resistance melted away beneath its kindly
warmth. He passed his supporting arm round her trembling
form and it was not for some moments that she was sensible
that she was pressed against his bosom, a slight convulsive
start, thrilled through her frame--as she gently, but
firmly withdrew herself from his arms.
"Oh this will never--never do," thought Julia--"I am lost,
undone--if I cannot conquer this overwhelming { ? ness--"}
She could not speak--Captain Mirvan would not
be still, held her reluctant hand
while he looked steadily and earnestly on her down cast face--Julia felt
that he did so--"All," thought she, he is reading all the

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