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smretfe and all griefs , she had become the chosen friend and confidfeftte * &f Terence Malone , who had been the boyish companion of the family , and had protected her with his strong- arm from all tlfe insults and injuries to which her gentleness was exposed . In
retittJh he , had inspired her with a deep and true affection . At this stage of their acquaintance , he begged of her one evening to talk with him alone . They had just returned from a walk with Allan and Ellen , now grown up into a very lovely girl under the motherly care of Mary : —
** * £ jbt that way , ' said Terence , gently taking her hand in his , and leadjng- Kef down to the side of the river . **¦ " * It is only to behold this beautiful scene , ' said Mary to herself ; yet she treinfeied all over , and a strange undefinable apprehension filled her heart .
tt ^ Maryy' said he , ' you are the best friend 1 have in the world ; and he would have imprinted a kiss upon her glowing cheek , but the lateness of the hour , and the loneliness of their situation , gave an air of improprfefyto liis Irish gallantry , which Mary thought it incumbent upon her to tfh&efc .
u Hay , do not shun mo now / said Terence , * when I am more in need thto . wet- ' of that confidence—that affection in which you yourself have tai&feht tee to confide . '"^ Mary could not answer . She saw nothing—heard nothing witlt distinctness . She scarcely even knew that she was standing by the side of * tlfe ' ftfcoM she loved best in the world , gazing by moonlight on the bright 8 urfttce of a gently gliding river , where the willows dipped their weeping " briartt&es , and raised a silvery margin , around the bed of their own deep shadow ^ Reflected in the silent wave .
* # iMary , " said Terence again , ' you know my situation—you know my heart ; but you are scarcely conscious of its capability of loving . To yott F Ti&Ve coafided every secret of my life but one . Yet that I think you must have guessed / << f lMfaryhow drew her hancTaway from the arm on which she had been leaning , for she trembled so violently , that she was fearful of betraying * hef ' emotion .
" Terence proceeded . To you who know my heart so well , I need not explain either the anxieties that perplex me every hour or the loneliness tHat lies before me . You must know too , that a temperament Hke mhife ia'llfrble to form strong attachments ; and what , Mary , ' be exclaimed once more seizing her hand , ' if I have dared to love where there is the
leam probability of a happy termination to my wishes , where inborA prejiidi& ^ lfcntfl an iro n barrier between me and hope , and where my poverty is regarded as a crime , rather than a mis f ortune—in short , Mary , for I must iqf ^ ak decidedly to the point , where your iron-hearted father would brand me as a madman , were I even on my knees to ask the blessrag of hi * da&ritter ' s hand !'
" As Terence uttered the last words he bent his burning forehead ufttferMfetyfe shoulder , and she heard no sound but tlie agonised and cdfeWiMVe ftighs that choked his utterance . u Mary could not speak . She had no words to express the mingled
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48 ft Ifoftie , or * the Iron Rule .
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Aug. 2, 1836, page 488, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2660/page/28/
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