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 should betray the emotions a knowledge of his dejection had inspired. Again she pressed Olivia to depart; who, in compliance with her wishes, was moving from the spot, when the nurse hastily exclaimed, "Stop, Mam'selle, stop, he's coming now, for there's his dog. Ah, 'tis a good-natured soul (cried she, patting the head of a large spaniel which suddenly sprung into the garden, and fawned about her); he is a faithful companion to his poor master, and attends him in all his rambles: there he sits for hours at a time, upon a point of rock beside him, looking up in his face while he plays upon the oboe, like any christian, as if he knew his sorrows, and pitied them."

"I think I know that dog," said Olivia.

"Aye, like enough (cried the nurse); and see there comes his master."

Olivia raised her eyes; but the light was too imperfect to let her discern the features of the person descending: but in a few minutes, as he drew nearer, she started, and