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 "Why those tears Madonna, why so sorrowful?"

She looked around, waking, as it were from a profound dream; a melancholy glance of her eye had no sooner espied me, than she rose with a scream, and fled to hide herself in the thickest part of the contiguous bushes.

Thou seest now Carlos, whispered I to myself, the unfortunate Francisca loves thee. And what feel'st thou in return? Nothing but pity!—The fact is, I was unable to judge accurately at that period of my own sensations.

Certain, however, it is, that on her account, I delayed my journey to Alcantara. I cannot say, that I loved her, because my affections seemed to be deeply entombed in Elmira's grave; but Pedro was a villain, and it was worth while to take her from him. This strange logical conclusion, made me resolve to put off my departure.

Soon after Pedro visited me alone; he was anxious to show his candour and confidence, but there appeared something forced in every part of his demeanor. I returned his visit;