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23 on horseback behind one of the Moors, and the whole body gallop off across the forest. He followed at a distance, and saw them enter a large building situated upon an eminence, which, from the soldiers around it, appeared to be a garrison of the Moors.

The Spaniard stood petrified with agony at the sight; and, when he had at last recovered the power of utterance, with a deep sigh, he exclaimed—"Alas! Seraphina, to what fresh miseries art thou doomed! while thy wretched Alvar is thus denied the means of yielding thee aid." "Denied! No!” cried Alvar, “I will instantly fly to succour my beloved, even though I perish in the attempt." Then turning from the Spaniard, his eyes met the body of one of the Moors who had fallen beneath his sword, and a sudden thought took possession of his mind. “Yes!" cried he, "that dress may enable me to behold my Seraphina once more." In vain did the Spaniard endeavour to display the rashness of the attempt; but finding him firm in his determination, he assisted him in stripping the body of the Moor. Alvar, after having put on the Moorish dress, thought of staining his face a deep brown. This he easily affected, by the assistance of berries, which he found in the woods, while a clear stream served to view himself in.

Bidding the Spaniard farewell, he pursued his way towards the building in which Seraphina was confined, while the Spaniard continued to gaze after him until his figure was lost amongst the woods, and then hurried on in a different direction, muttering curses and vengeance on the heads of those who had dared to snatch her from them. With hurried step, and lost in thought, C3