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CHAP. III.
"Forlorn and lost I tread,
"With fainting steps and slow,
"Where wilds, immeasurably spread,
"Seem length'ning as I go.
"I hope, Mademoiselle, (said Lubin, on hearing her sigh as she turned from the chateau) you are not frightened at the idea of going through the wood?"
"No;" replied Madeline.
"So much the better, so much the better, (said Lubin) but indeed I should not wonder if you were."
