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I fear listening to my sighs;
Can love unite together
So many sorrows and pleasures?
Ah my Aunt, etc.
Ms. WESTERN, while embracing her.
You charm me, you recall moments to me!... But that time is no more. I have already told you, my dear: your choice is sensible; this young man is good, very good.
SOPHIE.
One must agree that he is amiable.
Ms. WESTERN.
Wise... composed.
SOPHIE.
Courageous, humane, polite.
Ms. WESTERN.
Discreet, learned.
SOPHIE.
Full of spirit, of care, of thoughtfulness.
BOTH.
In a word, made to please.
SOPHIE.
Yes, without doubt; and so many united qualities can well make one forget the defect that birth...
Ms. WESTERN.
How! what are you saying? Where do you get such impertinences, if you please?
SOPHIE.
Can I ignore a public fact, and not know how much a misfortune, of which he is not guilty, makes the unfortunate Tom Jones suffer?
Ms. WESTERN.
Jones, what do I hear? Just Heaven! but I cannot recover from this. It is Jones that you love! It is to me that you dare say it? It is not Blifil?...
SOPHIE.
Blifil! (Aside.) I am lost.
Ms. WESTERN.
How! a man without status, without parents
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