Graham's magazine . e ! you will forgive me? I have already forgiven you, Vivian. But that is not enough; you must do more thanforgive, you must love me, dear one! he murmured,drawing her tenderly towards him. Must I ? said Margaret playfully; Well, then,if I must, I must! I have always been a pattern ofobedience—have I not, papa? and Mr. Walton en-tering, as she spoke, the happy but embarrassed girlescaped from Vivians ardent thanks, and flew to herchamber, to recall his every look and tone, and tolive over again in fancy the joy of that delightful in-terview. An hour afterwards, he joined he
Graham's magazine . e ! you will forgive me? I have already forgiven you, Vivian. But that is not enough; you must do more thanforgive, you must love me, dear one! he murmured,drawing her tenderly towards him. Must I ? said Margaret playfully; Well, then,if I must, I must! I have always been a pattern ofobedience—have I not, papa? and Mr. Walton en-tering, as she spoke, the happy but embarrassed girlescaped from Vivians ardent thanks, and flew to herchamber, to recall his every look and tone, and tolive over again in fancy the joy of that delightful in-terview. An hour afterwards, he joined her in her walk, andgave her the whole history of his love, his suspicionsand his jealousy. And so, Mr. Vivian Russell, said the lady,when he had concluded, those harmless atoms ofpaper have been the cause of all this misunderstand-ing and estrangement. Truly, indeed, said the bardthat, Trifles light as airAre, to the jealous, confirmation strongAs proofs of holy writ. SEPTEMBER WALTZ. COMPOSED FOR GRAHAMS
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