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Lo! where the paling cheek, the unconscious sigh, / The slower footstep, and the heavier eye, / Betray the burthen of sweet thoughts and mute, / The slight tree bows beneath the golden fruit. / THE NEW TIMON.
It was a beautiful afternoon, in the first week of August, and the two ladies set off as usual for their afternoon's drive, the little Louisa seated between them. Mr. de Burgh had been on the steps to see the party start, himself lifting the child with his usual tenderness into the carriage -- and wishing them a pleasant drive, he casually inquired in what direction they meant to go.