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 Tales I have read; heaven be praised our journey is but a short one."

They did not slacken their pace till they reached the gloomy forest, in which the gothic castle of Montmorenci stood; the heart of Madeline sunk as she approached it, and she trembled as she entered amidst its awful shades, and heard the breeze sweeping over them with a hollow murmur: the courage of Lubin too seemed a little to fail him.

"I wish with all my soul Mademoiselle, (said he) that the house we are going to was at this side of the forest instead of the other."

"I wish it was, (cried Madeline) or that we could get shelter elsewhere."

"That is impossible, Mademoiselle, (replied he) so we must only make what haste we can to it; Lord how glad I shall be when I find myself there; so will you, I dare say, Mademoiselle."