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CHAP. VIII.
And art thou—of that sacred band?
Alas! for us too soon, tho' rais'd above
The reach of human pain, above the flight
Of human joy.
The well-known accents of Father Bertrand recalled the fainting spirits of Madeline; never were sounds before so delightful to her ear. She uncovered her face, started up, and exclaimed, "Gracious Heaven! is it possible! do I really behold Father Bertrand!"
