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 "Some relative," replied Madeline.

"And did she acquaint you with the name of that relative?"

"No, and perhaps, after all, it was only an idle surmise of her own."

St. Julian left his seat, and traversed the apartment.

Madeline viewed him with consternation; her thoughts began to grow wild; and fears of the most frightful nature again assailed her heart.

"Oh, God! (she cried to herself, while every nerve was strained with agony at the idea) should the suspicions that now rack my breast be just!—-This torture of suspense is more than I can bear (continued she); I will throw myself at the feet of my father, I will disclose to him my suspicions; if false, he will pardon them, when he reflects on the combination of circumstances which exited