Maria Edgeworth,
The Parent's Assistant; Or, Stories for Children
“ Even hope forsook her; and hope is a cordial which leaves the mind depressed and enfeebled.'The time is now come,' said Cecilia; 'in a few moments all will be decided. In a few moments—goodness! How much do I hazard? If I should not win the prize, how shall I confess what I have done? How shall I beg Leonora to forgive me? I, who hoped to restore my friendship to her as an honour! They are gone to seek for her. The moment she appears I shall be forgotten. What—what shall I do?' said Cecilia, covering her face with her hands. ”
