This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated.1835 Excerpt: ... derness, lost your affection, my child? Or do I seem, in any other way, to have forfeited my right to sympathize with your sorrow, or avenge the injuries which any one may have offered you?" "Oh, no dearest father. I revere you next my God. But, bear with me a little while. My thoughts are exceedingly troubled--I am sick at heart; the world seems no longer what it was. But, press me not now. I am very, very much disturbed. Hereafter you shall know all." "Well, I shall not press you, Margaret. But come, join us in the drawing-room. Your mother expects you." "Nay, excuse me, to-night." "No, no. A little talk will cheer you. Come, take my arm, child." "I beseech you, excuse me, this once. I will never disobey you more." "Why, you have never, that I remember, disobeyed me in your life, Margaret, and, I am persuaded, never will." "Thank you, dearest father for that testimony," said Margaret, throwing herself on his neck; "it lightens my heart--indeed, indeed it does--and I have need, at this moment, of some comfort." "Child, child " said he, striving to command his feelings, "nay, say no more. Kiss me, and go to bed. To-morrow, if you will, we will make an excursion into the interior; and--never mind--there shall be company--and the change of scene will divert you. Now, ring for Paolina, and go to bed. Good night: God bless you " "A thousand, and a thousand blessings on you, my father. Good night " And her heart was rent, for she saw the tears on his cheeks, as he turned away, and marked the broken trembling voice in which he blessed her. Paolina answering her summons, she retired to her own chamber, and immediately dismissing the maid, resolved, in the softened temper in which her mind now was, to write to Montague, acknowledge herself wrong, and entreat that...