'Alas!' said she, 'I return to your long-lost scenes, but shall meet

no more the parents, that were wont to render them delightful!--no

more shall see the smile of welcome, or hear the well-known voice of

fondness:--all will now be cold and silent in what was once my happy

home.' Tears stole down her cheek, as the remembrance of what that home had

been, returned to her; but, after indulging her sorrow for some time,

she checked it, accusing herself of ingratitude in forgetting the

friends, that she possessed, while she lamented those that were

departed; and she, at length, left the pavilion and the terrace, without

having observed a shadow of Valancourt or of any other person.




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