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 *ble." Lady Avondale raised her eyes; every fierce expression had left Elinor's countenance: with a subdued, and mournful air, she turned aside as if ashamed of the weakness she had shewn; then, taking a little miniature and chain from her neck, "he sent for this too," she cried. "He sent for all he gave me, to offer to his new idol. Take it then, lady; and tell him I obeyed his last command."

A tear dimmed for a moment her eye; recovering herself, "he has not power," she cried, "to break a heart like mine. 'Tis such as you, may die for love—I have yet many years to live." Lady Avondale sprang forward to return the picture—the letter; but St. Clare, with a precipitancy she was not prepared for, had left her; Lady Avondale arrived at the door of the Castle only in time to see her gallop off.

While she was yet holding the letter and picture in her hand, Glenarvon was