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“On, gentle sleep!” thou art, indeed, “frighten away," exclaimed Catharine Dunallan, after a night spent in vain efforts to attain that repose which had seldom before deserted her, and to banish from her thoughts the idea of the approaching day. On that day she was, for the first time sinee her childhood, to see her destined husband. He was her relation, though a distant one, and heir to her father's title, which descended only in the male line. To preserve this title, and the estates of both families undivided, had been equally the ambition of Catharine's father and of the father of her destined husband.
Lord Dunallan had obtained a promise from his daughter, when very young, to agree to his wishes on this subject. She bad then loved him with all the ardour of nearly undivided affection, and would readily have promised any thing he had chosen to ask, but as her understanding improved, and she found that in the society, limited as it was, in which her father permitted her to mix, she liked and disliked with almost equal warmth, she became painfully aware of the self