text:  The waste vacancy of her time and thoughts before she had met him--broken only by dull and distant visits to duller and more distant aunts vapid rides through rude and solitary scenes and incessant feud and amnesty between her cousin Lysaght and herself--was this once more to be her portion? or would she fly with Him who had relieved her from them all and relinquish her father and her home? How she continued to ask herself would that beloved parent so stern to all else so blindly indulgent to her endure her loss? Would he proscribe her for ever? She felt not--assuredly not