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Orphan of
CHAP. X.
"Down many a winding step, mid dungeons dank,Where anguish wails aloud, and fetters clankTo caves bestrew'd with many a mouldering bone,And cells, whose echos only learn to groan,Where no kind bars a whispering friend disclose,No sun-beam enters, and no zephyr blows,He treads."———Darwin.
A considerable time had elapsed since the departure of Enrîco, and no recent account of him having arrived at the castle, a thousand mournful conjectures destroyed the repose of Madame Chamont and Laurette, who began to believe that he was either taken captive, or was slain by his more fortunate foes, while bravely fightingthe
