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had stopped at when she discovered her loss. Seven guineas which fortunately she had in her pocket, were now all the money she possessed ; the remainder of her little property and valuables, the gifts of Lady Archdale, that in case of exigence she could have sold, being in the portmanteau; having imprudently in the late confusion of her mind, neglected to remove them into the little box, as she was always accustomed to do, but lately she had kept papers in it; and Lady Archdale's picture was likewise there, and by that means saved. Bitterly she wept this additional affliction, and having relieved her bursting heart, reflected that grieving would not restore her loss, and only injure her health, therefore endeavored to regain composure. Ringing the bell, Amelrosa inquired of the waiter, what stages were going to London, and heard with a small gleam of satisfaction, that one would set off in a few minutes with a single passenger only, and eagerly taking her place, she was immediately conducted to it.

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Her companion was a lady who possessed a large share of taciturnity, and suffered her to enjoy uninterruptedly, her own melancholy reflections; and saddened by a free indulgence of them, she arrived in town weak and dispirited. Driving directly to Mr. Melville's and inquiring if he was at home, the servant informed her, he was gone into the country to a gentleman who was exceedingly ill, nor did she know when he would return, as the gentleman intended to keep Mr. Melville with him till he was recovered, and was to make him a handsome compensation for his trouble. A friend of Mr. Melville's, a medical man, attended his patients during his absence, and her mistress, the servant added, was likewise in the country, at a little cottage a few miles out of town, which her master had taken chiefly for the health of their children. Amelrosa had now no alternative but to go to an inn or hotel, and accordingly took up her abode for that night at a very respectable inn where the stage

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had stopped, intending the next day to look out lodgings.

In the morning she arose after sleeping. very indifferently, the noises in the house, to which she had been unaccustomed, banishing repose, and went out to seek for a lodging. The low state of her finances would not admit of any thing beyond a single room, and she found the greatest dif. ficulty in procuring even this simple ac. commodation, as the various people where she applied were very suspicious at seeing such an elegant beautiful girl seeking alone for an apartment so inferior ; and several times she was told, they never received persons of her description. At length, after considerable fatigue and mortification she succeeded, and hired a back room on the second floor in a mean street in Maryle-bone, referring the lady of the house to Mr. Taylor for her character ; bụt desired her not to mention her motive for asking, and the woman having such an aocount En Mr. Taylor as satisfied her, admitted Azelrosa that evening. Having left severul articles and a small part of her clothes at Wr. Melville's, which were particularly acceptable since her loss, she took them in a hackney coach to her lodging, for which she was to pay seven shillings a week.

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When all her expences were discharged, her whole stock of money consisted of two pounds fourteen shillings; but she flattered herself by managing this little sum with great frugality, she should be enabled to make it last till Mr. Melville returned, as she did not think it probable, notwithstanding what the servant had said, he would be much longer out of town. She could have, she knew, what money she required from him, which she would easily repay when engaged in another situation, that her acquirements almost ensured her obtaining. Amelrosa went likewise to inquire after Lucy, but here another disappointment awaited her. Lucy was gone to

Bristol

Bristol with the lady she resided with; and she could not avoid thinking, that every circumstance appeared to happen contrary to her wishes.

CHAP. VIII.

Misfortunes on misfortunes press upon me,
Swell o'er my head like waves, and dash me down;
Sorrow, neglect, and want, have torn my soul;
They hang like winter on my youthful hopes,
And blast the spring and promise of my year.

A FORTNIGHT had clapsed since Amel. rosa's arrival in London, passed in unavailing hopes and wishes, that consumed her peace of mind, and consequently destroyed her health : while to add to her

misery,

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