Emily Moreland, or, The maid of the valley . t place! said Emily, in afaltering voice, and averting her head, in order toconceal her tears. The young man was silent for a moment, and then,in a voice still more soft and insinuating, said, I amafraid I am more inexcusably intrusive than I at firstapprehended. I am fearful that I am trespassingupon sorrows, glancing at her mourning dress,* which have some connexion with this scene of de-solation. Yet, if it were possible for me to offer if, as a stranger, I could dare hope The sudden appearance of Signora Orsini, whoentered through a breach in th
Emily Moreland, or, The maid of the valley . t place! said Emily, in afaltering voice, and averting her head, in order toconceal her tears. The young man was silent for a moment, and then,in a voice still more soft and insinuating, said, I amafraid I am more inexcusably intrusive than I at firstapprehended. I am fearful that I am trespassingupon sorrows, glancing at her mourning dress,* which have some connexion with this scene of de-solation. Yet, if it were possible for me to offer if, as a stranger, I could dare hope The sudden appearance of Signora Orsini, whoentered through a breach in the ruined wall, close towhich he was standing, interrupted his address; and,evidently disconcerted and confused, he bowed tothe latter, who regarded him with the most intentand earnest looks. ^ Who is it? she abruptly exclaimed. Tellme, pray tell me, who are you?—and what hasbrought you here? The young man looked astonished—and Emily,who beheld, in the pale cheek and agitated look ofher friend, sufficient cause for alarm, though uncon- \. A/takers, ? MHIFIBEIR^T JLlEglLUIE EMILY MORELAND. 127 scious what could have occasioned it, endeavouredto explain that the stranger had been unpreraedi-tatedly drawn to the spot, by the appearance andgambols of Clara. It is strange! I could scarcely have known—andyet the age! murmured Rosalia, still keeping hereyes intently fixed on the now crimsoned face of theyouth. Will you, Sir, she continued, trying toassume a firmer tone, will you satisfy my feelings—my curiosity, I should say,—by explaining who youare, and how you came to be in this part of thecountry? The strangers agitation evidently increased, andEmily thought there was something like haughtiness,if not resentment, in his manner, as he replied— * I certainly, Madam, cannot refuse to complywith so reasonable a request—though it is ratherawkward to be myself the formal historian of mybirth, paientage, education, pursuits, occupation,&c. &c. If it will be any satisfact
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