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Book, page 221 / 433 the contempt with which she imagined that her high birth and her Tenby oysters had been treated, Angelina pursued her journey towards the cottage of her unknown friend, forming charming pictures, in her imagination, of the manner in which her amiable Araminta would start, and weep, and faint, perhaps with joy and surprise, at the sight of her Angelina. It was a fine moonlight night--an unlucky circumstance; for the by-road which led to Angelina Bower was so narrow and bad, that if the night had been dark, our heroine must infallibly have been overturned, and this overturn would have been a delightful incident in the history of her journey; but Fate ordered it otherwise. Miss Warwick had nothing to lament, but that her delicious reveries were interrupted, for several miles, by the Welsh postilion's expostulations with his horses. "Good Heavens!" exclaimed she, "cannot the man hold his tongue? His uncouth vociferations distract me! So fine a scene, so placid the moonlight--but there is always something that is not in perfect unison with one's feelings." "Miss, if you please, you must light here, and walk for a matter of a quarter of a mile, for I can't drive up to the house door, because there is no carriage-road down the lane; but if you be pleased, I'll go on before you--my horses will stand quite quiet here--and I'll knock the folks up for you, miss." "Folks!--Oh, don't talk to me of knocking folks up," cried Angelina, springing out of the carriage "stay with your horses, man, I beseech you. You shall be summoned when you are wanted--I choose to walk up to the cottage alone." "As you please, miss," said the postilion; "only _hur_ had better take care of the dogs." This last piece of sage counsel was lost upon our heroine; she heard it not--she was "rapt into future times." "By moonlight will be our first interview--just as I had pictured to myself--but can this be the cottage?--It does not look quite so romantic as I expected--but 'tis the dwelling of my Araminta--Happy, thrice happy moment!--Now for our secret signal--I am to sing the first, and my unknown friend the second part of the same air."
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