ABSTRACT
My suit is granted, my dear Dubois; I am free from my vows, and again with my Zilia. Oh, my friend, how chang’d my situation! I fear giving way to the transports of my soul, lest some envious stroke of fortune should dash the cup of joy from my lips. At present, indeed, all is smiling: my lovely Indian received me with all the expressions of the most lively friendship, mixed with a soft confusion, which indicated something more.
