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 this spectacle, I retired from it to the window. At last she rose, and staring at me with a look of melancholy coldness, exclaimed: "There's another scene of blood!" and left the chamber without deigning to speak another word to me, her deliverer.

Confounded I went back to my apartment, dubious of the issue of this affair. I waited the morning, with unspeakable uneasiness.

At breakfast-time, I repaired to the Lady's drawing room, but it was shut against me. Soon after, one of her women brought me word, that her mistress could not speak to me that morning. My breakfast was then brought me, with the following letter sealed:

"You have undesignedly deprived me of all my happiness. This may be enough for you, but never will I see you again. Pardon me, the request of dispensing henceforth with your presence; it comes from a distressed woman who ought to be the object of your pity, and whom you ought to forget for ever."