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Rh has already been told. Giulio, who had loitered somewhat on the road, was, however, early enough to follow Henriquez into the garden. Even in the utmost happiness of surprise, Beatrice was not one to think only of herself: a hope of Emily's escape instantly suggested itself. "Dearest father, this way!" exclaimed she, hurrying him to the thicket where Emily leant, too terrified and too bewildered for speech. "She is English—she pines for her own country. Can we not now aid her to fly?" "Only too happy to be so employed. Surely, Don Henriquez, this claim upon your gallantry will be more powerful than that upon your patriotism—especially as the one may be of some avail, and the other cannot," interrupted Giulio, who attended them. Henriquez looked hesitatingly first at the convent, and then at his daughter. "Use your influence, lady, with your father; he is too brave a man to throw away his life for nothing. A body of troops are now on their way: the rest of the city is quiet already. As I passed through the court, sacrilege was the word, not liberty. The moment the soldiers