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 breath, and her changing colour showed her strong emotions.

"My fears were but too just (said St. Julian); I was almost convinced my tale of horror would overcome your gentle nature."

'No, no (cried Madeline, after the pause of a few minutes), my fortitude will not again droop, for I have now surely heard the worst; go on therefore, my dearest father.'

"The unhappy Philippe instantly fell, (resumed St. Julian); he writhed for a moment in agony, and then expired with a deep groan.

"There is something dreadful in the sight of human blood to a heart not entirely callous. As his flowed at my feet, a faintness stole over me, and I leaned for support against the projecting fragment which had before concealed me. The scene in the forest of Montmorenci rushed upon my recollection. 'He could not bear to behold my blood (said I), and yet I spilled his without