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blue eye , was all of thanks of which Cyril was conscious , though much verbal gratitude was poured upon him by the mother . He had , however , sufficient presence of mind to ask permission to call the next morning to learn how they had borne the effects of so pitiless a ni g ht , and was then flying off without his umbrella , only that he was recalled by the shrill tones of the servant girl .
How did Cyril dream that night ! What storm and tempest did he not brave with that fair girl , like a beam upon his bosom , breaking the surrounding darkness ; the murmur of her voiee made music amid the din of battling winds ; her clasp kept him buoyant above billows which yawned and rolled beneath his feet ; and her smile , timid and transient as the one which had visited
his waking sight , warmed his heart with hope , and animated it for endurance . Cyril awoke the next morning , and found himself in a new world—in short , he was in love . His age , five-and-twenty , and
his organization , full of fire and feeling , must plead for him with the safety sons of society , who travel like snails , slow but sure , and with a telegraphic apparatus of forethought , which is equivalent to the insect ' s antennae , enabling them to feel their way with the precision of a pair of compasses .
Every clock in the Temple , as well as Cyril ' s own watcji , appeared to him in a conspiracy against time ; but at length he presented his person where he had left his heart the preceding night—saw only the mother—learned that her name was Pembroke , and that she was the widow of a naval officer , and de *
parted with an invitation to tea the following evening , won for him by the fascination of his address and conversation , rather than b y hie ori ginal service . Cyril had an engagement for the next evening , but had it been to meet the assembled sovereigns of the earth it had been broken . The nectarine hour , fondly anticipated , came : and bohea and blushes blessed his senses .
The only fault of Caroline Pembroke ' s appearance was being over dressed ; but that Cyril did not discern , and , as a compliment paid to himself , would have deemed it anything but a fault if he had . Prom the first dawn of preference to the acknowledgment of
passion , there is aa indefinable strengthening of the moral light , which may be compared to the progress of the light of day as it steals imperceptibly more and more upon the sky , till every reluctant shadow flies , and we feel the full orb , yet cannot tell the moment at which its lustre was first complete .
Cyril was in a state of enchantment when he had won the eweet assurance that he was loved ; there is none so flattering to every feeling and vanity of the human breast ; and so strongly does it appeal to the passions , that it leaves the reason little ability to act . M 2
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Sketches of Domestic Life . 141
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), March 2, 1835, page 147, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2643/page/3/
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