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 "Yes, yes, the Baron," he replied, smiling, and related his artifice tome. I pressed him to my bosom, transported with rapturous joy, and we went to the castle, but Heaven knows with what an anxiety on my part. My knees trembled, and my heart palpitated violently. I was obliged to take hold of my friend's arm, lest our conductor should perceive my emotion by my gait. Whenever I looked at the windows of the castle, and saw the curtains move, I was violently agitated, my tongue trembled, and I could scarcely speak intelligibly. The attention of some servants, who stood at the gate, opening the folding doors on our approach, made the blood rush into my face; and I now began first to make the observation that our dress was very indifferent; for, to confess the truth, I had nothing on but a simple green hunting coat, and my hair was in the greatest disorder. I could not help communicating these remarks, in a whisper, to the Count. However, he