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and with a skilful firm band he reined in the fine animal, and managed to keep near the carriage.
A gypsey had stationed herself near Teresa, and was teazing her to show her hand. With all the cunning of her race she had observed that although Miss Beverly engrossed all Sedley's conversation, yet his glances were frequently directed towards Teresa, and she formed her conclusions accordingly.
At length Charlotte Beverly espied the gypsey, and immediately exclaimed laughingly, “Oh! I must positively insist that we all have our fortunes told; we will begin with Miss Cellini-now, my dear girl, pray make haste and display that pretty hand of yours.” Teresa in great confusion attempted to excuse herself. She felt that Sedley's eyes were fixed on her changing countenance, and the idea of listening to the gypsey's nonsense before him was intolerable to her. But Charlotte was absolute, and would hear no excuse, and Teresa was obliged
to comply. With burning cheeks she pulled off her glove, and placed her beautiful, snowy hand in the woman's dark fingers.
The gypsey affected to study the delicate lines in the palm for some time, and every one was silent. Sedley watched the woman's countenance as though he firmly believed in the truth of her oracles, and awaited them with the most intense anxiety.
At length the gypsey raised her head, and shaking back the raven curls from her forehead, whilst a bright smile parted her lips, displaying teeth like polished ivory, she began a long tirade of nonsense in the usual jargon of her tribe, but the substance of it overwhelmed Teresa with confusion, and caused Sedley to tremble with emotion.
She told Teresa that she had had many great crosses and wearisome trials, but that her future prospects might be bright and happy unless she marred them herself; — that a gentleman who loved her truly — a fair, tall, and handsome gentleman was rendered miserable by her
cruelty, -and she concluded by warning her against a continuance
continuance of such inhumanity towards him.
The gypsey had looked so pointedly at Sedley, at her allusions to Teresa's lover, that Charlotte Beverly's eyes followed the direction of her's, and she observed with astonishment and mortification, the expression of tenderness and deep emotion with which he contemplated Teresa's beautiful and glowing countenance. She could not at all understand it; -he scarcely ever spoke to Teresa, on the contrary, seemed to avoid her—then what did this unequivocal gaze of admiration mean?
Charlotte was thoroughly annoyed and out of temper; she had really begun to like Sedley, and the idea of his preferring the spiritless, moping Teresa to her brilliant, fascinating self, was truly mortifying to her proud spirit. She therefore changed her mind suddenly, and refused to hear her fortune told, and during the remainder of the day she was absent and silent,
At this moment of agitation and excitement, if one single glance had been exchanged between Sedley and Teresa, all would have been explained, and they would have read each other's hearts. But Teresa found it impossible to dare that glance, and though she would have given worlds to have been able to look at Sedley, an invincible power seemed to chain down her will.
One look from her would have brought Sedley to her side, but as it was he remained near Charlotte, and soon afterwards the carriage was again in motion, and the party returned homewards.
Nothing could exceed the beauty of the drive home. The distant sea so calm and majestic ; the mountains drawn so clearly against the sky; the bright verdure of the meadows and hedgerows, and the soft perfume of the breeze, were calculated to soothe almost any sorrow, save such sorrow as Teresa's. The harvest was wellnigh finished, and the corn-fields were studded with the picturesque sheaves ; gleaners were busily at work, picking up the fallen ears of corn, and as the carriages drove past, they looked up, and gazed with envy and admiration on the noble and fair company.
And Teresa gazed in return on their sunburnt features, and wondered if any of them would exchange places with her, should they be able to read her heart.
When she reached home she ran up stairs into her room, hoping to be unmolested till dinner time, but she had not been there many minutes when Catherine Brand joined her, and finding her sitting listlessly at the window, she said,
"I cannot understand, Teresa, what makes you so sad and pensive,-what were you thinking about when I interrupted your reverie?"
Teresa smiled mournfully, and the tears stood in her eyes as she replied,
“I was thinking that if ever I had an opportunity, I should like to revisit all the scenes and places I have ever inhabited, especially my birthplace; I fancy it would soothe and comfort my heart much. I should wish to be alone-though