The novels of Charles Brockden Brown, consisting of Wieland;or, The transformation. Arthur Mervyn; or, Memoirs of the year 1793. Edgar Huntly; or, Memoirs of a sleep-walker. Jane Talbot. Ormond; or, The secret witness. Clara Howard; or, The enthusiasm of love. With a memoir of the author.

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of my respect for you. The person whom you met hero
is named Craig, but, as he tells me, is not the man you
looked for. This man's brother-the partner of your
father, and, as he assured me, your own accepted and
illicitly-gratified lover-is dead."
These words were uttered without any extenuating
hesitation or depression of tone. On the contrary, the
most offensive terms were drawn out in the most deliberate and emphatic manner. Constantia's cheeks glowed
and her eyes sparkled with indignation, but she forbore
to interrupt. The looks with which she listened to the
remainder of the speech showed that she fully comprehended the scene, and enabled him to comprehend it.
He proceeded:"This man is a brother of that. Their resemblance
in figure occasioned your mistake. Your father's debtor
died, it seems, on his arrival at Jamaica. There he met
with this brother, and bequeathed to him his property
and papers. Some of these papers are in my possession.
They are letters from Constantia Dudley, and are parts
of an intrigue which, considering the character of the
man, was not much to her honour. Such was this man's
narrative, told to me some time before your meeting with
him at this house. I have a right to judge in this affair;
that is, I have a right to my opinion. If I mistake, (and
I half suspect myself,) you are able, perhaps, to rectify
my error; and, in a case like this, doubtless you will not
want the inclination."
Perhaps if the countenance of this man had not been
characterized by the keenest intelligence, and a sort of
careless and overflowing good-will, this speech might have
produced different effects. She was prepared, though
imperfectly, for entering into his character. He waited
for an answer, which she gave without emotion:"You are deceived. I am sorry,. for your own sake,
that you are. IHe must have had some end in view, in
imposing these falsehoods upon you, which perhaps they
have enabled him to accomplish. As to myself, this man
can do me no injury. I willingly make you my judge.
The letters you speak of will alone suffice to my vindication. They never were received from me, and are