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LETTER X.

Upon closing my last, I walked
down, and found Major Sanford alone. He
met me at the door of the parlor; and taking
my hand with an air of affectionate tenderness,
led me to a seat, and took one beside me. I
believe the gloom of suspicion had not entirely
forsaken my brow. He appeared, however,
not to notice it; but after the compliments of
the day had passed, entered into an easy
and agreeable conversation on the pleasures of
society: a conversation perfectly adapted to
my taste, and calculated to dissipate my chagrin,
and pass the time imperceptibly. He inquired
the place of my native abode; and having informed
him, he said he had thoughts of purchasing
the seat of Capt. Pribble, in that neighborhood,
for his residence; and could he be assured
of my society and friendship, his resolution
would be fixed. I answered his compliment
only by a slight bow. He took leave, and
I retired to dress for the day, being engaged to
accompany my cousin to dine at Mr. Laurence's,

a gentleman of fortune and fashion, in this vicinity.
Mr. Laurence has but one daughter,
heiress to a large estate, with an agreeable form,
but a countenance, which to me, indicates not
much soul. I was surprised in the afternoon to see
Major Sanford alight at the gate. He entered
with the familiarity of an old acquaintance;
and, after accosting each of the company, told
me, with a low bow, that he did not expect the
happiness of seeing me again so soon. I received
his compliment with a conscious awkwardness.
Mrs. Richman's morning lecture
still rung in my head; and her watchful eye
now traced every turn of mine, and every action
of the major's. Indeed, his assiduity was
painful to me; yet I found it impossible to disengage
myself a moment from him, till the
close of the day brought our carriage to the
door; when he handed me in, and pressing my
hand to his lips, retired.

What shall I say about this extraordinary man?
Shall I own to you, my friend, that he is pleasing
to me? His person, his manners, his situation,
all combine to charm my fancy; and to
my lively imagination, strew the path of life with
flowers. What a pity, my dear Lucy, that the
graces and virtues are not oftner united! They
must, however, meet in the man of my choice;
and till I find such a one, I shall continue to subscribe
my name